why do i always fuck myself over....it's like i just wait around in anxious tension when theres nothing bad happening for everything to get fucked up...
Things are as lovely as they can be. Every once in a while I become desperately happy and sometimes I am desperately confused and everything looks broken and shitty because it is. I suppose it has become unspoken that I miss my best friend... but life will works itself out. rock me rock me rock me sexy jesus!!!!!
child, do not feel doomed.
this is not your destiny