what being in your worst, surrounded by toxic ppl, being manipulated and cheated, struggling with depression and ED and feeling like you're the villain sounds like:
It sound like flies around rotting flesh in trash bags on a staircase illuminated by city lights, restaurant neons and bus headlights. And you’re just a girl running away from demons, trying to have a good time, but still end up crying alone and wet, sitting on your knees looking at yourself in the puddle formed of rain and tears. what did I do to deserve…me? Is that a positive ? Who wins? You decide.
