it's nearly the start of classes. i'm so stressed with all the stuff going on, and for the fact that my mom keeps blaming me for all the shit that happened.
i always wonder why people keep crying over things that have happened; those things that cannot be changed anymore. i mean come on, seriously, people needs to stop living in the past.
She looks like the real thing. She tastes like the real thing. My Fake Plastic Love.
Starlight
About Me
- imalwaysleepy
- this is my QQ / whine place. as well as my escape from reality.
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