I thought I was a ghost, but a while ago you helped me with a calculation in some freaking hard problem. Every words that you form were perfectly said, you said things slowly for me to understand but surely. I feel special, because i do not know why would you waste your precious time with a depressed pale skinned girl.
My heart did a full flip, I almost said "hallelujah" in happiness.
YOU ARE READING
statuesque
أدب المراهقين[tw: suicide/self-harm on chap 19] You just want to feel loved. To feel important. To leave a mark in this too messed up world. To feel pretty, even just for a second. But when no one loves you back, this might be the end of struggling. :spiritual::...
