Call me romantic garbage
aspiring writer/singer if you wanna read some of my stuff just ask. I write poetry, and lofi style songs. Talk to me about books and long walks and watching movies whilst cuddling
You can find me having a perpetual mental breakdown or writing music in the corner
I hate myself. Self depreciation radiates of me in waves. My leather jacket exudes a pretty picture but I'm more sensitive than I'd like to admit.
Heart and roses disguise my disgust and pain. The fact I wanna shoot lead into my brain. Missing your kisses that could fix my state, helping the pain I feel abate.
It's been almost a year but still I think. I made mistakes that I still regret