#but like in a toxic way that involves cmed struggling to move on after a situation

[averagebioweaponslover]

ANOTHER DAY ALONE WITH MY PETRI DISH.

Love means nothing to me. I’ve been broken to many times.

but oh how I desire the warmth of another to have my soul touched by the gentle hands of someone who loves me.

It is a sad day indeed

How cold is my bed feels today.

Perhaps better to be cold and safe then warm and dangerous. I’d rather be alone in my bed than to be burned again.

I miss the weight of his arms around me. Sometimes I forget how much he made me cry