Rebecca. nineteen years.
Tired no matter how much sleep i attain. it's hard to find an honest mind in the city. I like music, tattoos, tea and words.
"I felt like crying but nothing came out. It was just a sort of sad sickness, sick sad, when you can’t feel any worse. I think you know it. I think everybody knows it now and then."
Tales of Ordinary Madness
18 June, 2013