It sits there and mocks me. It stared me in the face. It's not dated or anything. I want to cry but I don't.
I'm sorry.
YOU ARE READING
her words.
Подростковая литератураTRIGGER WARNING: suicide, depression & a hell of a lot of stupid thing like slut shaming bc 15 year old me was an idiot. '"Here.", said her mother as she handed me the notebook. "She wanted you to have this." Without saying another word she wiped...
