I’m pretty sure I’m addicted to fanfiction and its a huge problem. Reading hurts so much. and not in an “oh my fangirl heart” way either. In a bad fucking, bone cutting, trigger happy way. Because it’s stuff I want. Stuff I can’t have. Stuff I’m not gonna get. Stuff that got ripped away from me because I’m a bitch who can’t get his life together. And it huuuuuuurts. It hurts like jealous. It hurts like sad. It hurts like anger. It hurts like i need a nasty distraction. But I can’t fucking stop. Because it feels nice too.