My boor brain cells, they're exploding because my enemy is trying to be better than me. She doesn't even know that my friend has told me everything of her. BUHAHAHAAA. But yeh.. It hurts even think about her
I talk about dying almost everyday and I'm also the only 1 who talks about it in my friend ground... also I'm the only 1 who talks about it in my whole family. Idk how to explain that and Idk if it's a good thing talk about dying and talking about hell a bit too ._.
I have that thing with my comic book which I like to read at school.. there's a creepy looking woman in the book, she's a queen and probably good person but she's creepy af