"Second star to the right, and straight on till morning."
18 years old, but I feel younger and more helpless with each passing day. I love literature, but I'm pretty sure the feeling isn't mutual. Most people can stay in my heart rent-free but I've unfortunately been priced out.
Each day is a new day, as far as I'm aware.
-emm.
Following
Stories by Emily Pen
Drifters
A day in the life (or should that be night?) of a teenage insomniac. Warning: an insane amount of angst and n...
She Reads, He Follows
He never spoke to her, never once had the courage to introduce himself, but nevertheless, Seiji Amasawa figur...