Hello friends, I'm shocked I haven't stumbled upon this thread before now. I think I'll be here more often, here on out. I'm Swing, happy and Lesbian. Yay gay thread! Ok thats all
Like a tree I stand, reaching for the light, gaining strength from the darkness at my roots. I am mangled from the torments of life, but in my uniqueness I am beautiful.
Bulimia has purged my soul. This can't be control.
i fancied a guy the other day. it was really weird.
he kept picking me up.
then he was like "have you ever had a back crip ?" or something?
then he like...cracked my back. & like...killed me.
haha.
i think it was supposed to feel nice[he was like "oh, did i hurt you? im sorry. it was meant to feel nice down yur back?"] but it just hurt?
I roll over and hold on tightly, and whisper "If they want you, they're gonna have to fight me,"
Like a tree I stand, reaching for the light, gaining strength from the darkness at my roots. I am mangled from the torments of life, but in my uniqueness I am beautiful. 
