I hate laying here as every memory replays itself in my head. Visions that I can't put aside, visions that sit there waiting for me to close my eyes so that they can play like a movie in darkness and chaos.
KAMU SEDANG MEMBACA
The Art of Mending A Broken Heart
Cerita PendekI don't think it's about finding myself as much as it is about remaking myself. I had been this girl for awhile, and then I started changing. Heading in a new direction blindfolded. I think it's time to take the blindfold off and create myself with...
