When you told me that, I should have been happier than I was. I dislike being like this so fucking much. I hate how awkward I feel around myself and around you. Nothing feels like it works well. I don’t know what to do or say anymore. I want you, but I don’t feel it all the time like I used to. I have to make myself feel it now. I don’t know what to do.
Take me as you found me.
I'm Kara. Sixteen years old. Living in New York (no, not the city). The Dangerous Summer."I'm not a self-help book; I'm just a fucked up kid."
Please feel free to say hello, I'd love to talk.
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