Category : Diary/Journal

Sub Category : N/A

sometimes it feels like you don't have my wellbeing in the best interest, like you exist only to betray me in any way you can. Like you haven't a single care for me. It's a constant fight to get you working "properly", at least in the eyes of the society we were born into; 
But I wouldn't trade you for anything because you are me and I love me 

(P.S you're a total pain sometimes)

(P.P.S i feel like I'm misusing this category, am i?)