Call It Love. Call It Lies. Call it anything you like.
Weed and cigarettes being a dealer for my “friends”.
I’m now bi and have no one that cares about me more then a friend.
i hate myself.
all of my friends are “worried” or dont care about me.
my mom calls me a slut my dad still trusts me…barely.
i need help please.
all of my problems on a list would go on forever.
Call It Love. Call It Lies. Call it anything you like.
-amethyst.com@gmail.com
1 comment
Call it whatever. Labels. Family. Mustard logic (I made that up): the point is, it’s all hooey. What we do, as humans, is prop those up who raised us into a higher echelon. Not fair. Think about it. Such a distinction is not fair to us. Nor is it fair to them. We all error.
The people putting you down are just being jackasses. Cease putting stock in their opinions of you.