'm.b' could mean anything, to any of us. initials to a lovers name, or even two bands we adore. we thrive to extinction without them even knowing our own initials. we can't let them notice us or we'll be the 'fangirl nobody ever liked.'
i fell in love once upon a time. well, truth be told i've fallen so many times i even have the scars on my knees to prove it. however this one hurt and didn't leave just a small graze on my joints. it left scars on my left forearm and my dad insecure about any guy i mentioned. although there is a funny part about this confession, is that i fell for two guys with the initials 'm.b' and both of them did the same thing to me.
they made me believe i was beautiful when i really, fucking wasn't.
KAMU SEDANG MEMBACA
SMALL CONFESSIONS //
Puisiwe all have things we are afraid of saying, telling, or even thinking. every word i type with the tips of my fingers, is the truth. everything that hurts my chest, that makes my breathing become heavy and my face pale. that lump in my throat occur...
