forget the things we swore we meant

you have no idea what damage that innocent compliment may have done. fucked up eating last week, starvation this week, as usual. i keep repeating what you said to me in my head over and over again- "keep it up". you were being kind, and oh you have no idea what you have done. overtheedgeigobutnotwithyou

awkwardness. too young. stop it. i'm far too old for you. please, go for her instead, she thinks you're cute too.

touch me again, i'll hurt you. straight or gay, i don't like being touched by others. and you're not even my type dear, so stop. you're just succeeding in making a lot of people uncomfortable.