puberty.
I think there are two kinds of people. One that grows out of the body. In the outward world, looking for changes and staying fresh in life. One with an unavoidable tendency to only get stuck inward. There are only two ways to exist. The first is of course more normal.
puberty. It actually started at that time. You went from a perfect child to a new soul that seems to have gone wrong. self-discovery. Suspect. resist. Accept and resist. But from now on, you can never get rid of this self who is already standing in front of you. Although before the age of thirteen, you were normal and perfect before the age of thirteen, and she did not appear.
Feeling like it could be over before it all started
That's what I thought at the age of the suicide sisters
I think they think so too.
The ravines of the brain are our most secret private
boyfriends. love. grow up. happy things. Painful things. will experience. Haven't really experienced it yet. But it seems to be over. Because I have already thought about it. But that's how it will be. What else is there in life. What to experience. and. And endure every minute of torture. Is it really worth it
now I have seen a picture of the future with
no expectations and can't let
go before going to bed hoping not to wake up tomorrow
now. I am twenty years old.
What's the difference. I'm just being swallowed by reality. Turn around. Or play with yourself. Pretend to be normal. like everyone else. When looking up, it is a direct gaze. did you know. It's all me playing an imaginary role
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