Apparently, I do not deserve what or whom I want. So I settle for all the boys lining up to "get to know me" A.K.A. "Fuck Me."
Ah. The life of a spinster. I would feel numb, if I didn't feel so fucking useless. Waste of oxygen.
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Every secret of a writer's soul, every experience of his life, every quality of his mind is written large in his works - Virginia Woolf
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