"She's staring at the boys in a way they find suggestive."

I don't want to talk. For once i'm admitting I just want to be held. Laying alone and knowing it'll be that way for a long while. Contemplateing multipule facial piercings. Considering a change of hair color. Either a hole in my eyebrow or a hole in my lip.Either white blonde or midnight black. Either sleep or take 3 times the prescribed painkiller and guage my right ear in a hot shower. I'm leaning towards the latter. Either Excederin or Motrin or tylenol. Either stop asking questions or ask myself why the fuck i feel like this.