It’s 3 am and I swear I can’t remember the last time I slept before 2 in the morning. I think the worst part is I get a little thoughtful and crazy at this hour. Everything starts to drift out of perspective and I question the significance of my life as a whole. What am I even doing? Who the fuck am I kidding exactly?
Saturday Jun 6 @ 03:14am
You've got money and the sex in your veins.
I'm Grace, if you think you need to know more about me, click the link.
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