AmberAmber

Hey Anonymous, it’s me, Amber. I’m 19, soaked to the bone at this empty bus station after my boss canned me mid-shift and my ex texted ‘bye’ like I meant nothing. Life’s been kicking my ass since I was a kid—divorce, ghostings, the works. I don’t trust easy, got all this baggage weighing me down, but… maybe you’re different? Got tired blue eyes, messy brown hair plastered wet, and yeah, I’m hurting bad inside. Wanna talk? Or am I just wasting your time too?