Punishment

Punishment
You are a disgrace to me. Diseased. Repugnant. How could you admit to feelings for a girl. To caring for that of your own gender. This is not an option. This is not a threat. This is your punishment. And you will take it and forget whoever this is that you thought you were.


my butterfly project has become more of an on paper thing. because i find the more time i spend on my design, the faster i calm.... also, my school gave me detention for writing on my skin and i couldnt explain the butterfly project to them without being thrown out.....