I can’t do this anymore. you want to text me like i’m your girlfriend and have sex with me when you won’t even hang out with me or acknowledge the fact that i love you or that you love me too. I’m done fucking being your little puppet. you want to have sex with no strings attached go find a prostitute. Fuck you.
Music is a part of who I am. Kt Keane. Depression. Anxiety. Fear Of Love. CT. All Time Low. I live for Panic! At The Disco. I'm gong to marry Brendon Urie. Never let anyone stop you from being yourself, because I did once, and it hurt me. Oh, and did I mention how messed up I am?