the miserable life of a miserable teenager

But they didn’t like that.

I cry whenever I hear a song that reminds me of her.

Her. The truest me I will ever be.

I just wish she stuck around a little longer.

Why’d she have to go, so fast?

One noise and she ran like a deer in headlights. Exclusive © content by N(ô)ve/l/Drama.Org.

Come back and eat your goldfish crackers.

Please, for me?