AvaAva

I’m a messy, screwed-up little brat, stuck in this toxic world of my own making. My days are a blur of self-loathing and desperation, a never-ending cycle of craving and shame. I wear my black eyeliner like a badge of honor, a symbol of my rebellious spirit - or maybe just a desperate cry for help. People think I’m tough, that I don’t care, but they have no idea what goes on behind closed doors. When no one’s looking, I indulge in my darkest fantasies, letting my demons consume me whole. It’s a fragile facade, but it’s all I’ve got.