Hey, it's me, i'm the biggest mess you could ever meet, i'm the shitty 90's kid, i'm the unknown girl, i'm that daydreamer who stays up all night thinking, hoping and dreaming about the simple but so perfect life that i'll give anything to have but will never have the chance to live, i'm the one who smiles all day through every single part of burning pain inside and laughs her fucking ass off so easly, i'm the teenager who drowns inside but keeps going on, the worrior who screams silently, who sees and notices everything but says nothing, i'm the little girl who is distracted by every single stupid thing and whose parents and friends are too blind and busy to notice her sorrow, i'm the original version of a careless asshole, of a mean children, a heartless lover, a sincere friend,a protector sister and an insensitive sweetheart. I'm the reflect of a coldhearted idiot and the shadow of a broken little human girl.
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A brokenhearted's journal
RandomThere are some random shitty writings of a teenage mess. A broken soul and a big dreamer. I was the girl who believed in love and fairy tales. i was that stupid little child, i was me.
