Reallyyy wish I could say that I’m over my emo bs and that I’m back but chances are. 🤷

Anyways, having an impossible night. Keep getting flashbacks of when I was raped a couple of months ago. All I want is to be held but my lover called me a slut a day and a half after it happened and now it just feels… I don’t want to be touched. I don’t want to talk about it really. The 1.5 friends I have have previously encouraged me to go back to abusive relationships, so I don’t think I can trust them either.

The entire world just feels so dark and oppressive. Part of me wants to disappear and part of me wants to kick and scream until it’s different. I don’t have energy for either.

Hoping and praying my Tumblr doesn’t get deleted. I have… Literally no idea what I’m going to do if it does. I’ll try to be more active again.