Is that what devils do?
by Jolyn Low
Sometimes my brain tells me that everything is my fault. I am inclined to agree with it. It’s better than constantly finding escape routes and living in idiocy and ignorance.
I had my braces tightened and I’m just so bloody annoyed with it the pressure is unbearable and I just want to scream and get it off asap. I can’t even eat noodles or eat something soft without cringing and I’m just starving now.