sadface.
I thrully like the atmosphere of the journal entry: honest pain, dark moment, blaming hate, useless and fake friends, and theirredeemable, unbearable feeling of lost.
*hands you a cork-screw* Poor Isabelle...
Awwww, poor Amelie*gives her a big hug... and 10 wine bottles*
sadface.
I thrully like the atmosphere of the journal entry: honest pain, dark moment, blaming hate, useless and fake friends, and theirredeemable, unbearable feeling of lost.
*hands you a cork-screw* Poor Isabelle...