- He was a famous boy. She was an average girl. It was a dm. What could pOssibly happen?

When a random person texts you do you keep texting them or do you stop?

Letzzz have fuunnn

There is no story but the one that you create yourself. Would you survive, however, if you really were a part of this? Make a choice; take a chance or play it safe. It's all up to you. Your path, your story... your labyrinth.

She likes to paint with a brush and a canvas, although nobody knows that her brush is a blade, and her canvas is her wrist. I am that girl. The girl who likes to paint with her blade and wrist, the girl who's too quiet to get help, the girl whom feels all alone. Will I get better? Will I stop painting? I honestly couldn't answer, but I know one thing; I will be strong and fight till the end.

❝I dare you to make the school weirdo, Millie brown, fall inlove with you❞