300 dollars in debt. And all I am is scorned.
I hope that all of you are very happy with this outcome. Everything is my fault. I am the root of all evil, you have everything, and I continue to be stripped by the day.
I was lonely. I was breaking down more and more everyday. I knew you all wouldn't care
whether you knew how much we both hurt or not. What happened to the significance of love? When will I be allowed to show my love without worrying about what you will do to me?
I continue my days alone. And you continue to step on me.
About Me
- Cactus Flower?
- Los Angeles, California, United States
- Wish I lived on Love Street. Not anybody special, but I'm not one that you'll easily forget. Got a whole year and and some of clean living, and it's still weird sometimes. I still don't have a drivers' license...so that technically makes me the most pointless sober person/friend in the world..but I promise I'll carry your drunkass over my shoulder along the 405 if I have to. I have some bad tattoos, and I have some good ones. I'll never have enough. Always wanting to explore, yet I seldom get the opportunity to do so. There's always sand on my floor. I like cherry chapstick, leather bound journals, cheap eye liner, pawn shop jewelry, and my boyfriend's sweatshirts. I enjoy the finer things that life has to offer...but I treasure the cheapest as well. I love my city.
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