Daily life of Loveless Desire

nt a little loco with the naming book and decided to name me; desire, love and beautiful woman, which I am not. At least my surn

k, Goliath level. I don't really like him, and neither do I hate him. Thi

very tall from birth, and even though I am the third child, I made her bleed a lot, so I try to

ive in the west. Before he went to college, he used to be normal. Though we were not very close, he was like a normal boy who played a lot and other boy stuff. The sudden ‘manly’ growth he had when he got to college confused me, suddenly, he became ‘cooler’, does n

hat roses are not so rosy( is that the correct term?) And I felt more apathy( or is it sympathy? Bitch English is not my first language!!) But even though I understand that her life is not so easy and she is growing through something I can't possibly survive in( since I'm a lazy, antisocial bitch with a demonic tendency to want to unalive anybody that makes me take off my earphones.) She still grew up and has rich kids' privileges, not to mention she is beautiful, short, smart, sociable, has ass, beautif

became closer to her and they became cool kids, his IQ also dropped, I swear and now, we are enemies (no I'm the enemy to him. He

, I think I grew emotionally and became more adult-like than I was. He was five years younger than I was and was the sunshine of the family. He was a very big attention whore( I think it is a thing for people born

Nirvana, west Africa. Yes, I am black. No, I do not have a pet lion. Yes, I am single. Yes, I am a kpop stan( I swear Ateez,

nt it to but I am still surviving a