It’s like a high for you. You love the feeling of being loved. You crave it. You crave it so much! So you create it. From multiples. You’re so hooked! You can’t stop at just one. Not even at two, not even with three. You need them all. To cover up your misery. It’s like your elixir. It makes you feel alive, because in all reality, you’re already dead inside.

— Alina C.

The girl that used to love you, but no longer gives a damn.

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