“we are really not for each other” — that sux big time </3 maybe hindi na talaga since naisip mo na yan.
Guess what. Pops didn’t give me allowance for this week. Now I have to make meals or just starve to death or until some good hearted person gives me food.
sometimes i’m like “wow i hate myself and want to die” but on good days i’m just like “wow i hate myself”