nah
I've got a cringe poem
One nebulae = one step closer to succeeding
Hey
Talk to me!
I’ve got my hair done up nice,
And I’m sexually frustrated
My skin is clear
And I’m clean
Hit me up sometime?
And the one who received my affection laughs like it’s cute
Earthquake internally
Sweat dripping
And I bang my head against the wall trying to get the experience to disappear from my head.
My face warps into something so hideous and I cringe because I’m so good at making myself look bad