I am awkwardly depressed.
Secretly, almost.
I'm a plaything and a liar.
I am scared.
Voluntarily helpless.
I want this to make more sense and just pass.
I want answers.
I want to know what to do and what will happen next.
I'll never see that bra again, I don't think.
You're not even nice enough to reply to a simple phrase on some stupid Hallmark day that shouldn't mean anything to me but it does because I'm a girl.
Just let me know.
Secretly, almost.
I'm a plaything and a liar.
I am scared.
Voluntarily helpless.
I want this to make more sense and just pass.
I want answers.
I want to know what to do and what will happen next.
I'll never see that bra again, I don't think.
You're not even nice enough to reply to a simple phrase on some stupid Hallmark day that shouldn't mean anything to me but it does because I'm a girl.
Just let me know.
nikonphoto80:
If you need to talk you know where to find me, I hope things start going better.