once upon an enchanted forest
fireflies danced
and fairies made wishes come true...
my wish. my wish.
itz a wish for a reason.
u die for it to come true, but it just doesnt.
so it stays as a wish.
and how many fairies does it take for my wish to come true?
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napfa. i think something is wrong with me. i have never liked it, but now i look forward to it.
im engaged in self torture lately. as a means to destress, as a means to hold my tears, as a means to forget.
the first two purposes of self torture are justified, but the last is still questionable.
if muscle aches can help me forget, why do i still think of it?
or rather
him.therefore exercising is my way out now. stretching.
i love to sit on my bed and stretch. stretch way till my legs beg me to stop. the pull in the muscles feels good.
then i like to make all the muscles in me pull. that makes me feel relived.
conclusion : i have turned into a sadist. seeing harm inflicted on my own self is satisfying.
what nonsense.
