It's a quiet day. It's about thirty minutes before class begins. She looks out the door quickly before shutting it. She pulls a knife from her pocket and begins to make cuts on her arm. The blood trickles down her forearm and drips onto the floor. She hopes no one comes in.
today's my favorite day of the year....and being able to share it with you makes me happier than anything ever could. from all the club members: thank you for making us go ❤️DOKI DOKI!❤️ let's share many more intimate times together~ 💌💘
"Hey, everyone."
"I'm planning a party."
"The only requirements to attend is a pen, and paper."
"At this party, you will write poems, and share them."
"Yes, there will be snacks."
"Alot of them."