I don’t want to admit it, but I feel a little burnt out.
IF YOU HAVE NOTHING NICE TO SAY THEN DONT SAY ANYTHING NICE AT ALL
the title to my biography.
What if I ran away to Lefkara, Cypress and become an embroidering lacemaker?
all i see on my instagram feed are pictures of people in disneyland during the holidays.
Part of me doesn’t even want to go home anymore.