Names and things,
Directed at me
Self consciousness is rising
And happiness
Is something I never see
They may tell me to stop,
Tell me to look
But I am not one to see,
My desision is final
I have made my choice
For it is to late for me,
You have potential
So go find your voice
YOU ARE READING
bedtime stories
القصة القصيرةsome pretty little stories written by yours truly, olivia logman. a collection of small stories that i had to write for school, some are weird, some are creative. this will d e f i n i t e l y not be unpublished - sorry for my habit of doing that...
