I'm so sick of all this complication.So much confusion and problems and i find myself not being able to think of a single one.This feeling should be worthe about a million problems cuz it brings that many along with it.I'm sick of guys and school and my friends the only people i can stand to be around are lissy and sylve.I walk home from work wishing somone would pop out with a gun and end this suffering.
bad mom? crummy mummy
savings harder than I thought societies presures are too forcefull making me seccumb to buying that sweatshirt I thought I needed.Nothings ever good enough the world wants more from me and I want more of that happy feeling that always leavs me feeling left out.
pay me no attention
its a chilly fall day and i find myself wishing i was a leaf that dies with the season.