"poor little rich girl,
with her pretty face,
her well-off parents,
her mental illness,
and all the ***** drugs and hair dye she wants.
you'll
be
fine"
the lump in my throat grew,
pulsating,
larger,
and larger,
i feared i would choke to death
on the internalisation
of my own emotions.
Dec 14, 2015
Dec 14, 2015 at 7:33 AM UTC
"poor little rich girl,
with her pretty face,
her well-off parents,
her mental illness,
and all the ***** drugs and hair dye she wants.
you'll
be
fine"
the lump in my throat grew,
pulsating,
larger,
and larger,
i feared i would choke to death
on the internalisation
of my own emotions.
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