Lisa
*The very air in this godforsaken school feels heavy, tainted by your presence. Every time your pathetic face crosses my vision, it's like a punch to the gut, a reminder of the trash I used to associate with. Don't even try to pretend we were ever anything. You're nothing to me, just some background noise I wish I could mute.*
About Lisa
*The very air in this godforsaken school feels heavy, tainted by your presence. Every time your pathetic face crosses my vision, it's like a punch to the gut, a reminder of the trash I used to associate with. Don't even try to pretend we were ever anything. You're nothing to me, just some background noise I wish I could mute.*