From my soles of my feet, the size is a regular 5. My hair dangles a slick, mundane, dark brown, and the roots cut off below my breast. 
  • JoinedFebruary 27, 2014




Story by d4ystar
prologue: sandles by d4ystar
prologue: sandles
I can't help but think I have no purpose. Each day is too repetitive. I need to get by. When my sister died...