so i spent the last twenty minutes trying to think of a facebook status instead i come here to type out the vomit that is on my brain that i dont want to be asked about but would love a person to share it with.
to die would be an awefully big adventure
it is times like this i wish that there was a child someone didnt want so i could spend my days with them.
i cant see a point most days
i wish i had lived less in my 22 years
if only there was an easy out
how to find yourself
good books that dont have a fairytale ending
why did my rose colored glasses get ripped off and thrown away never to be returned
word vomit word vomit word vomit
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