Why is it that on the one hand I like to be in a melancholic mood, but at the same time it's eating me up inside?
Moments like that make me reflect on myself, which is not encouraging.
Just a reminder of how much you can hate yourself
Why is it that on the one hand I like to be in a melancholic mood, but at the same time it's eating me up inside?
Moments like that make me reflect on myself, which is not encouraging.
Just a reminder of how much you can hate yourself