Danielle has been alive since she was born and will live until she dies, which will probably be pretty soon. Her dying wish will be the wish that she hadn’t wasted her best years dicking around on Tumblr. Her epitaph will be whiny and narcissistic.
it’s all been said, once before. we fucked around, on your bedroom floor. I’m talking to you, but you’re not listening. I don’t know what to do, my hands are blistering.