the miserable life of a miserable teenager

Now I know the past tends to be my reason for unhappiness, but it’s just so damn sad.

She could’ve been something.

If only she learned something. Text © by N0ve/lDrama.Org.

Pink dresses, premature smiles.

It’s so strange,

She is me, yet I feel the need to protect her, like her mother just couldn’t.

She’s my baby.

Who hurt my baby?

Who laughed at my baby?

Who changed my baby?

I love you, baby. I’m sorry.