Pretty, some say I am. They are likely lying. What has "prettiness" got me? Except bruises on my thighs, fondlers, and stalkers.
Short horror story of the finer tastes in life.
there’s nothing worse than when the person you think is extraordinary thinks they’re less than ordinary.
Tiny bits of the pull of our heart strings that are hard to ignore.
I turn up the music to drown out the sound The sound of your mocking voice
When life gives you the right one, you just know it