it's 2 a.m and i'm currently sobbing over a story i'm writing. if you're wondering why, well they're in love (and they're both two girls, by the way ) but pretty dead. well, only one of them. hAhahJsjskshAh
i didn't even give them a happy past together >:D because if happy why dead yk. i need to write a plot that makes sense but it's breaking my heart everytime i think of it. and i don't want to drop the idea, because i love really much how the story starts.
huh, wtf is wrong w me.. why am i doing this to myself. am i a masochist or something
pls give it to me when it’s completed- and i bite my lip really hard, listen to ricky montgomery songs, and realize that hawks isn’t real and i can never get a hug from him can confirm i am a masochist, and a sadist too. reply
