I'm done being me.
I'm done not being able
to maintain a single friendship.
I'm done being the punching bag.
I'm done with letting words affect me so bad I cry late at night.
I'm done trusting the wrong people.
I'm done with keeping it low.
I'm done with everything.
YOU ARE READING
My mini sagas
Поэзия[0.5] Home Home, for me, Isn't the place I grew up in. It's my friends. Songs. Beautiful moments. Train rides, Sleepovers, The ocean And escaping the rain in a café. It's also here: My online friends, wonderful people, amazing stories. I want you t...
