I'm just a girl. I'm neither happy nor unhappy. I feel nothing. I am twenty years old. I smoke, I can't sing, I dance poorly, I drink a little too much sometimes, I have never been in love, I'm addicted to coffee, I still believe in fairytales, I'm insecure, I'm addicted to movies, especially old ones, I will never be perfect so don't waste your time trying to fix me. It'll be useless and a waste of both of our times. I have scars. Fuck.
“I am an emotional plagiarist, stealing other people's pain, subsuming it into my own until I can't remember whose it is any more.”