That night I was crawling through the dirt Through the tears on my face and blood on my shirt
Who am I?
Well, that's an interesting question. Before you all ask- yes, for once this IS a true story.
Not romance, sorry
Lately it's been even harder to tell If living is better than heaven or hell
my own version of exquisite darkness which lies within my soul - with visuals.
By: Ioana Moldovan
Who I've been, who I am, who I want to be. They're so different.
I sort of fell into a massive depression over the weekend and its still affecting me while I'm stuck in school. It's causing me a ton of stress that is making it incredibly difficult to focus on every...
This is inspired by a game character and well I don’t think people can guess but well something different I guess. Maybe a type of poem idk.
I’ve begun to question my sanity. I notice at nights I sit infront of my mirror and practice my emotions. My reactions..
Sometimes it feels like no one is there, like no one would even care.
That night I was crawling through the dirt Through the tears on my face and blood on my shirt
Who am I?
Well, that's an interesting question. Before you all ask- yes, for once this IS a true story.
Not romance, sorry
Lately it's been even harder to tell If living is better than heaven or hell
my own version of exquisite darkness which lies within my soul - with visuals.
By: Ioana Moldovan
Who I've been, who I am, who I want to be. They're so different.
I sort of fell into a massive depression over the weekend and its still affecting me while I'm stuck in school. It's causing me a ton of stress that is making it incredibly difficult to focus on every...
This is inspired by a game character and well I don’t think people can guess but well something different I guess. Maybe a type of poem idk.
I’ve begun to question my sanity. I notice at nights I sit infront of my mirror and practice my emotions. My reactions..
Sometimes it feels like no one is there, like no one would even care.