Wrizzit
For everything, down to the scribbles.
For everything, down to the scribbles.
Bow *said sadly* "all that people pleasing, and not a single thing to show for it. I had sacrificed so much of myself to that black hole, and for what? Burnout, social anxiety, and my only confidante being someone I had to pay?"

If I’m in a Box, Let it Be a Woman’s
g.o Achieng