So, I realized that I have no fucking clue if I'm a virgin or not.
I mean, if someone asks I'll say no because I don't want to lie.
But all my memories of sex are so fucking distorted I have no idea what happened and what didn't.

3 cuts on underside of arm because I'm a fucking slut. One of them is as deep as the one I was in the hospital for a while ago. I should go get stitches but I'm having a hard time giving a shit today. You know, it's funny, the only thing I can think looking at it is that I could totally do home liposuction if I put a vacuum tube against it. Thanks, mind. I think I can see tendons.

This is my 11pm at night, I-ate-a-bunch-of-shit-and-threw-up face, complete with runny eyeliner and snot. And the lovely puffy cheeks that results.
 That foodlog earlier is now completely untrue.

DAWEWHEAJKWHEAJWEHAKJEHAJWEQ. D:<

I hate my scars. With a passion. They can be fascinating in some lights, and I like to see the colors they turn depending on the temperature, but  I hate them. Fucking. Hate. Them.