I am low and unwell, this is love, this is hell.
100% fur, I killed the men myself
It’s like forgetting the words to your favorite song.
You can’t believe it.
You were always singing along.
It was so easy and the words so sweet.
You can’t remember.
You try to feel the beat.
I feel so on edge that i know it will take hours to get to sleep, send me nice messages :* x
I’ve driven myself to become so miserable and I’m the only one who can change that but I just can’t