suddenly nothing that i owned was nice enough. nothing that i said was smart enough. nothing that i did was interesting or impressive enough. but i couldn't pull off nice clothes or intelligent conversations or an adventurous life. i was just me, plain and simple, and "just me" would never be good enough for you.
BINABASA MO ANG
(everything) you left.
Short Storya slow descent into insanity. i'm going to be honest. i don't entirely know what this is. but if you're up for short "chapters," questionable metaphors and yet another round of personifying mental illnesses into the people who triggered them, come o...
