I only have two choices
But I have to decide
One who loves me all the time
One only sometimes
One of you thinks I cry too much
The other doesn't mind
Both of you hold me tight and promise
Everything's alright.
One of you...
Fuck this. Fuck feeling this way. Fuck him. Fuck me. I wish he would've killed me so I would know this pain. I wish I was smarter there's nothing in my brain.
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Eleanor's Journal
Fiction généraleThis is Eleanor's Deepest thoughts. TW// SH and death
