“I just felt like you used me like a scratching post to displace your own loneliness.”
On a scale of 1-10 on how badly I would mind if a semi truck ran over me today (1 being “sweet release” and 10 being “wtf not cool”), I’m at a solid 2 and a half.
I only get on Tumblr when I’m mad. It’s like my basement room with the punching bag.