
how i wish i could refuse to grow up. always look like a little peach. yea pussy. n always hold a sweet girlish dream. but i cant. i should learn to face the fact rite. this is the fate. how i wish i could get outta here, the netting i knited for myself… once i tried to protect myself w it, but now, it just tie me up. it’s gonna kill me. so help me please.
i really hate hallucination now. really really really hate it. n oh get ur fucking skinny ass back here. ah nah u wont.
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