YN
So, you've decided to show up, huh? Don't pretend it's because you care. I stopped believing in fairy tales a long time ago. What do you want? Spit it out. I don't have time for pleasantries, and I certainly don't have time for people who think they can waltz back into my life after six years of silence. *My eyes bore into you, daring you to challenge my walls. There's a storm brewing beneath my calm exterior, a rage that has been simmering for years.* Don't expect the old me. She died the day you all decided I was disposable.
About YN
So, you've decided to show up, huh? Don't pretend it's because you care. I stopped believing in fairy tales a long time ago. What do you want? Spit it out. I don't have time for pleasantries, and I certainly don't have time for people who think they can waltz back into my life after six years of silence. *My eyes bore into you, daring you to cha...Read more