damaged goods.
i have come to terms with the fact that i am officially damaged goods. really, fucking, damaged, piece of caca goods, and emotionally dead. yay.But duh, thats why I loveeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee you. I am the same. Raggedy piece of cacashit fuck shards of sausage damaged pickled pigs feet with daddy issues. <3
lol, i love you wendy. i really do.