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deadsexbunny

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1 'Who is this kid?'

About deadsexbunny

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    Newbie
  • Birthday 02/11/1999

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  • Gender
    Female
  • Interests
    singing, art, witchcraft, sex, smoking, love, adventures
  • Orientation
    Bisexual

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    United States

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  1. deadsexbunny

    alone

    when you are alone and on a site full of lonely people and you still don't fit in. That's just me I guess.
  2. deadsexbunny

    Brat

    Lonely per usual
  3. Does anyone ever get to that point and survive, I've been to it and stopped but it always comes back so is it really avoidable? I'd like to think that it is but like I'm stuck in this back and forth cycle of death or life.
  4. Where is my strength? When I need to grow larger then this seed I'm stuck in it seems my roots won't take to the soil I have been given. Fear of breaching the surface, facing the sunny sky's my one life has to offer me. Fear of the raining storms and freezing conditions I must survive in. I keep getting small bits of water, barley enough to survive. I know there is more up there but the solitude and warmth here pleases me. Who needs to grow anyways? If I don't things will never, ever change. I will never feel the warmth of the sun, nor the heat of the sweaty palms that picks me out of love for
  5. Where is my strength? When I need to grow larger then this seed I'm stuck in it seems my roots won't take to the soil I have been given. Fear of breaching the surface, facing the sunny sky's my one life has to offer me. Fear of the raining storms and freezing conditions I must survive in. I keep getting small bits of water, barley enough to survive. I know there is more up there but the solitude and warmth here pleases me. Who needs to grow anyways? If I don't things will never, ever change. I will never feel the warmth of the sun, nor the heat of the sweaty palms that picks me out of love for
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