Novel Sweet
the miserable life of a miserable teenager
tw not in the mood
My mom went through it too, said it’s a control thing. I can’t control the fuck up my face is.
So, I starve myself. If I had the perfect body, you wouldn’t care, right?Text © by N0ve/lDrama.Org.
Wouldn’t care about my ugly face, bad mood, hyper personality, about me.
Sure, it hurts some days, but usually it’s natural. Just not hungry.
All the wishes that I could eat less, granted.
“Be careful what you wish for.”
“It’ll never be enough.”
Oh. I get it now.
That’s the thing about irony though,
Always hits you when you’re,
not in the mood.
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