24 year old nursingstudent who wants to have something to writhe and be good at it......having an itch in my fingers!
I like to write I also like when people read what I write I like even more when they write a little something about what I wroth So I know, what I've written is good or bad.
Feel the rip in my soul. A giant aching, bleeding hole. Sitting here all alone. Selfhating down to the bone. Can't believe this happened to me. Feeling so damn unhappy. Once strong and proud.
You were here I could feel you Your warm skin, your hand against my cheek I could hear your voice Feel your glance I was loved, I was precious I could feel you At night, a dream.....
Fail to plan = Plan to fail.