The Truth About Emanuel - Tumblr Posts

My point is, there’s no place for me. Because I’m not supposed to be here. Maybe if I was some sort of Olympic athlete, or a genius scientist. But I’m not. I’m not any of those things. I’m just a girl. A murderer without a motive.

It’s stupid, but somehow every year on my birthday I have this feeling that this year I’ll feel different. But it never happens.

It’s stupid, but somehow every year on my birthday I have this feeling that this year I’ll feel different. But it never happens.