I’ve been screwed.
It started the day I was conceived.
When I was eleven, life crushed me into grotesque, mangled fragments. I glued the shards of myself into a mosaic fitting of a child. 489 more words
Okay 2 days to write half my thesis and technically 3 days for almost entire thing. I am suffering from withdrawal as I can’t think with my current medication so have spontaneously decided to cut it to a third of the strength. 78 more words