My grandma saw some blood on the bathroom floor earlier and my face has this terror. She asked, "what the hell is this?" I just answered, "it's just apple juice" then she said, "what the hell is an apple juice doing there? And why is your hands full of red stains?" I replied, "I was swimming in it. And then it spilled and tada! That happened" she just stormed off. Good thing she didn't question my lame excuse though.
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Depressed.
RandomI think the title speaks for the description. This is all mine. But maybe, I'll sprinkle some of the songs I listen to when I'm sad.
