{ i was wondering if any of you guys wonder how i look or who i am. haha, idk, but i'm already starting 2 other books for the series. if you want to know about me or the story just comment or inbox me. }
"nash i thought you did the project by yourself."
"well he said if you didn't do it then I'm not going to get full credit so he re-scheduled it for today."
"what the hell am i supposed to say!?"
"our new topic is about depression. just try and explain what it is."
"i fucking hate you."
"i love you too."
YOU ARE READING
Cuts.
Contoi drew a butterfly on my wrist, in hopes that this feeling would no longer persist, but things got bad and i started to cry, so the butterfly on my wrist had to die. once again i tried to set myself free, but it seems my thoughts have stolen the ke...
