Guess what?
COMPLAIN TIME!
Oh well, just don't know why I'm constantly throwing myself outta my comfort zone. The more I know I can't do it, the more I'll force myself to do better.
Unwanted stress and exhaustion comes together like one-for-one.
I'm scared, yet I still wana do it.
Bloody hell.
And literally bloody hell. Having period now.
my sentient self
ninnnnniee, dumb, but not tt dumb. fat + unpretty. Messed up + screwed up. Complainy + bitchy. One big lazy ass w a really big arse. :|