ilsa davis

hAi sIs iZ yOh gUrl jAs"the gay shit"mIn

gusto ko na po umiyak.

alam mo yung masakit? yung binabalewala ka ng mga taong *best friend* mo raw. hehe.
          

im lonely as fuck y'all i think i actually need some help

Sorry to use the term lightly, but my math is giving me so much anxiety goddamN

I FUCKED UP AGAIN

Today I'm young and stupid, but one day I'll get to be old and even more stupid.

why do i cry when i'm pissed off wth

I will never understand why people voted for Bong Revilla.

i hate typos so 
          "It is midnight when the girl with three names, two lives, and one purpose crawls from the river. She drags herself out of the current, wet hands clawing at  leaves and grass and thorns, stiff fingers trembling, cold knees scraping against rough earth. It takes so long, so long to find her way out of darkness, darkness that makes her want to scream,  and into the illuminated streets. And when she does, she scorns.
          She is not crying. She is not screaming. She is stone faced, and the words have left her lips along with her breath. She forges through the asphalt. Her nails, now jagged rocks in a sea of skin, make ear-splitting noises as they scratch onto the street floor. She knows where they are. They are in the mansion, sipping wine, no trace in their thoughts of the girl they killed only hours before.
          But even in death, she is wrong."
          Incomplete excerpt from a current WIP! Hope y'all like it.