i have no idea how to do my garter belt.
i feel ridiculous.

to read things i wrote even a few short months ago.
i'm in a state of regrowth right now.

as typical as this comes across, i am not okay.

this is the worst streak of depression i have ever, ever encountered.

doing better and worse.

work in progess.

never stops.

i only need lips.
why can't they just be yours?