nic0tine-kisses: dear parents i’m fucking depressed and whenever you call me rude, moody or ungrateful it pushes me one step closer to a scenario where you’ll open my bedroom door to find me hanging there or lying in my own vomit or bleeding through
nic0tine-kisses: dear parents i’m fucking depressed and whenever you call me rude, moody or ungrateful it pushes me one step closer to a scenario where you’ll open my bedroom door to find me hanging there or lying in my own vomit or bleeding through
nic0tine-kisses: dear parents i’m fucking depressed and whenever you call me rude, moody or ungrateful it pushes me one step closer to a scenario where you’ll open my bedroom door to find me hanging there or lying in my own vomit or bleeding through
nic0tine-kisses: dear parents i’m fucking depressed and whenever you call me rude, moody or ungrateful it pushes me one step closer to a scenario where you’ll open my bedroom door to find me hanging there or lying in my own vomit or bleeding through
nic0tine-kisses: dear parents i’m fucking depressed and whenever you call me rude, moody or ungrateful it pushes me one step closer to a scenario where you’ll open my bedroom door to find me hanging there or lying in my own vomit or bleeding through
nic0tine-kisses: dear parents i’m fucking depressed and whenever you call me rude, moody or ungrateful it pushes me one step closer to a scenario where you’ll open my bedroom door to find me hanging there or lying in my own vomit or bleeding through
nic0tine-kisses: dear parents i’m fucking depressed and whenever you call me rude, moody or ungrateful it pushes me one step closer to a scenario where you’ll open my bedroom door to find me hanging there or lying in my own vomit or bleeding through
nic0tine-kisses: dear parents i’m fucking depressed and whenever you call me rude, moody or ungrateful it pushes me one step closer to a scenario where you’ll open my bedroom door to find me hanging there or lying in my own vomit or bleeding through
nic0tine-kisses: dear parents i’m fucking depressed and whenever you call me rude, moody or ungrateful it pushes me one step closer to a scenario where you’ll open my bedroom door to find me hanging there or lying in my own vomit or bleeding through
