stares at brownie.
"andrea."
"get the hell out my house."
"why the fuck are you always mad at me?"
"why the fuck are you always fucking things up?"
"im sorry..."
"me too..."
"can we just let this go and have a clean slake? it is new years."
"sure."
"are you going to eat that?"
points at the brownie in front of her.
"no."
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Cuts.
Kısa Hikayei drew a butterfly on my wrist, in hopes that this feeling would no longer persist, but things got bad and i started to cry, so the butterfly on my wrist had to die. once again i tried to set myself free, but it seems my thoughts have stolen the ke...
