so guess what

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