I’ve had this question since like, forever. I have always wandering, who the real me is. Somehow, I still feel like i am just pretending to be whoever i am, for the sake of not being an outcast. Yet, it feels so fake. so so so fake.
oh i cant even finish this
have you ever tried to pick at your old getting-dried wound, just to see if it will still gives you pain? or worse, if its still bleeding.
i did. and mine bled like nobody's business. i regret doing it, but i suppose i have the answer i was looking for just at the right moment.
