Normala.
Nineteen this year.
"Major depressive episode with co-morbid PTSD-like features."
snooping around
Ask me anything
themeNineteen this year.
"Major depressive episode with co-morbid PTSD-like features."
snooping around
She finds beauty in the saddest of faces
I get off being free
I don’t need a man to make me feel good
I get off doing my thing
I don’t need a ring around my finger
To make me feel complete
Like I’m some kind of hoe
Got no more questions now I want you to go
You are still pretending you’re not telling any lies.
And I am still pretending I believe you.
But this is just a business, and I don’t feel any pain.
Just as long as no one says your name.
All the years of being broke & all the spit & all the smoke,
& all the fucking, all the drugs, all the love:
Was not enough.
But had me believing it was always something that I’d done
But I don’t wanna live that way
Reading into every word you say
But I’m busy mending broken pieces of the life I had before.
And all the green belts wrapped around our minds,
And endless red tape to keep the truth confined.
