Aida, 17.
I am not a graceful person. I am not Sunday morning or a Friday sunset. I am a Wednesday 2am, I am gunshots muffled by a few city blocks, I am paranoial. My bones crack on a nightly basis. I apologize for my awkward sadness or raging anger. At times I like to believe that I don't belong around people. I am sure that I am not meant to be loved, or to love. I just wait for the day when all this will end.
hi guys, i am crazy. //
