come at me bro
dont shit talk me just fuckin come at me .
heh . good thing we’re all two faced beyotches
but its not.
finally, finally i think ive begun to crack. i know i couldnt stay strong forever. but i wanted to. i can feel myself saying something mean and im just like this isnt me. i can actually start to feel pain or sadness seeping through the cracks in this giant, concrete wall out of my emotions i’ve built. sometimes the happiest girls feel the most pain.