I am a female, half-moon, half-human. An anagram, an erratum.
They design me, they shape me.I am a dream, an ectoplasm. Just a lie, a pleonasm.
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I doubt there is a thing like real friends anymore. At least for now. They are all backstabbing bitches.
I don't want to talk about my feelings to someone because I don't want to seem whiny or look at my problem in the end and say 'Huh. That's what I was crying abo...
I am not okay at all right now. Probably why I started using this site again.
I don't know what to feel about my mother.
Two best friends in my group of friends had a bad disputation and I am having trouble picking sides. Person A is popular, keeps the group together on regular ba...
I don't know what I expected. But this isn't it. I don't want to do this anymore.
Is my worth really calculated by how much I do together with others? Is it too much to ask for? I don't feel well. Not at all. I am sorry but this is something ...
I am done. How can she do this to me, fuck.
You make me so angry that I want to cry my eyes out.