And me… I can’t find a man who gives a rat’s ass about me. No man I know would ever do anything like that for me. Literally all they care about is fucking me, they do not care if it kills me. I think the only reason I keep fucking them is because I am, although in a more adult and in denial way, still quite suicidal.
I’m actually in a very good mood today, considering that I spent yesterday crying my eyes out. I just suddenly got so scared for my father. Specifically, I don’t like having him be scared. The thought of him trying to do anything by himself, being scared, is awful to me to the point where I might start crying again just thinking about it. I have to call my Father again later.