I used to be that happy little girl who danced trough the streets, smiled at everyone she met.
Now I am that depressed boy who locks himself up in his room, never comming out, because people might notice his *****
Oh, the difference between this two.
But both are part of me and my past.
Who will I tomorrow be?
Aug 26, 2015
Aug 26, 2015 at 4:27 PM UTC
I used to be that happy little girl who danced trough the streets, smiled at everyone she met.
Now I am that depressed boy who locks himself up in his room, never comming out, because people might notice his *****
Oh, the difference between this two.
But both are part of me and my past.
Who will I tomorrow be?
