I want to talk to you. God fucking damnit i want to talk to you. Everything inside of me is screaming at me to do it, but I can't. I'm hurt, almost crying, and I fucking hate myself. I'm just gonna do what I used to do. I didn't cause these fucking problems and I didn't make you feel like this.
YOU ARE READING
Everything In Sight
PoesiaThese are just little writings of my life and how I feel. Most of it will probably be depressing due to there being a lot going on. Thank you.
