cameralikeagun

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.