I pick scabs.
Aug. 11th, 2002 12:06 amPick, pick, pick.
I want something else to think about. I want to feel real. I am not his obsession-girl. I am not the person he wants me to be. Why can't I be real?
I want to be happy again.
I want something else to think about. I want to feel real. I am not his obsession-girl. I am not the person he wants me to be. Why can't I be real?
I want to be happy again.