starring at the mirror. tierra’s piercing eyes appearing black when they are suppose to be green. seeing her scars upon her pale skin. starving her body just to be onsidered “beautiful.” she just wishes that she would be wanted of that she could just die.
He looked like deaths friend. It wasnt only him. I look around this town, and the towns surrounding, death is all over in unussual amounts.
I feel so sick…i’m probably iron deficient or something to that effect…or it might be my crippled liver. Too much ibuprofin will do that you know…it’s just sad that it was an attempt to kill the pain I feel. It’s driving me to the point of insanity. I’m on the verge of just screaming till… Continue reading 541 little pills later: I’m still alive