I'm Chrissy. I'm from the suburbs of Chicago. Fuck an apology, I'm not sorry for anything. What I learned was, it's not about forcing happiness. It's about not letting sadness win.
Don’t bite your lip to hold back your smile. Just think of this as bending the rules. You’re walking a thin line between me and what’s right. This thread seems worn and frayed. Don’t hide your face and cower behind a wall made up of secrets and lies. You can put it all on me, but if this is what’s been wrong, then why is your hand in mine?
