No matter how good my day was I always find a way to make myself sad .
It’s like I’m addicted to misery.
Why do I do this to myself ?
- 02.14.12
It's all make believe, isn't it ?
Aasiyah (uh-sigh-uh)19 years old .
Empire State .
Poetry . Nails . Music . Makeup . Boys . && Tattoos .
I'm only me. That is all I can be. No more, no less, dont second guess. I love, I live, I laugh, I cry. I've wished sometimes that I could die. Some days I'm funny, others I'm not, sometimes I'm in overdrive and I can't stop. You may not like me, but that's okay because this is me and how I'll stay.
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