I keep staring at the wall and thinking about everything you've done to me.
YOU ARE READING
ballads of heartbreak
Poetry"I'm sorry that I'm like this, I'm trying my best" -essentially a diary, slight tw for being self destructive & harmful, some really good stuff crammed in with a bunch of nonsensical three am cry sessions
15 roses
I keep staring at the wall and thinking about everything you've done to me.
