I hate writing these. I never know what to say. Well I like to write, mostly sad/murderous things (idk why) but also happy things. Have a problem with what I write, please just tell me. ????
I feel horrible for not being on and catching up on everything I've been reading. I'm gonna be adding some stuff right now. Just need ta email it all. Don't hate me....
I haven't been on in forever. I'm sorry about that. I've just been busy. I haven't been able to read any bodies stories... I also haven't been able to work on mine.
I guess my addiction started around 2007, when I was the age of sixteen. But this entire story starts from when I was a little girl of the age of eight or nine.
People are always saying how an addiction to something is bad. They are all liars. Don't believe what they say.
P leasure is sometimes taken in this A nd I find it a necessary part of life I t can be the death of you N ever underestimate its power #acrostic.
Sleep evades me. I lay here wanting to sleep, yet not being able to. My eyes burning with the desire to close and not open still the sun is high in the sky. My body too tired to move.
(A/N: I wrote this last year. All of it, but how I act in my classes, is the same.) Everything about me is uniquely different. What I think. What I do. How I act. My mind is one was to prove it.