Netcees - When they say they’re bi

Times are hard, yes, but they’re hard for all of us. Thinking my best guess is blowing in a fossil gust, it’s like wearing a bullet proof vest as a print that cops’ll dust. I’m a terrible friend, cold with alcoholic slush, fogging up the windows that you claim your eyes’ll trust. Take a back seat, get the Fuck up off my nuts. I have no time for imagined feelings that you once again had fluffed. Well well well, didn’t this take a turn? Here i fell under a spell and unsurprisingly got burned. She’s a troubled little girl, but I don’t think she’ll ever learn that she’s not special in this world just because she’s gotten hurt. Bipolar disorder, self-harm, insert another thing you’re stressing in. PTSD isn’t something that can change you to a lesbian