ramona valentine {d6} finished

I am sick and tired of being scared.

Fists fly at the sound of a rumour and he screams at me "MY KID ISN'T GOING TO BE A GODDAMN-!"

He thinks I am sick. I'm just tired. And scared. 

There's a hole in the wall and a hole in my heart.

My knuckles find a brick wall and bleed down my limbs just to prove to myself that I am just like them.

I am human. Red and blue with a purple heart in a world of black and white.

I was taught to follow my heart, and then that my heart was a liar.

Maybe that's why it took me to the girls with the hardest hearts of all.