I go from writing very deeply, to very vaguely. Depends on my mood.
hello. I'm sorry to inform you. but I think I have lost myself. somewhere deep in the abyss. of the ocean. or hell. or mind. I'm not quite sure. what happened to this girl I once knew. she's gone.
Why. Because it always makes me feel, or rather realize how not good enough I am. It points out all my imperfections to myself.
Some people wonder why bad things happen to them. I say, just because. - Elisabeth Lovely.
Hi, remember me. Remember me, the quiet girl who sits in the back. Remember me, the girl who let her hair fall in her face. Remember me, giving good advice to anyone who needed it.