Call me Yoocee. 18 years alive. E.L.F. for life. ♥ Writer not a fighter. Hopeless romantic, wishful thinker, night owl. A burden, a friend, an idiot.
For being my strength when I was weary and for always being by my side. I finally say this now, thank you. And because of you I’m happy.
This is for you. ♥