I've been thinking.
I want to say thank you to all the lovely people who follow me on here, because looking at it now, most if not all of the things I post are dreadful. I'm embarrassed.
I want to thank you for putting up with it and for being wonderful and not saying anything.
That is very nice of you.
OK.
I haven't uploaded anything in forever because I've been really busy writing songs. I NEVER WRITE SONGS.
Well, before the past few months I didn't.
But now all of a sudden it's like my self expression has exploded out of me through my mouth.
That sounds gross.
I would post my lyrics, but I feel weird about it.
The songs I write seem so much more personal than any poem I ever could have written.
I'm nervous to post them because I dont write in a very cryptic way at all- everything is laid out.
But woietshjdiuhyilduhls I don't know.
Maybe I will.
Maybe I won't.
ANGST DONE.








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why can't we make this darkness feel like home
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You can easily judge the character of a man by how he treats those who can do nothing for him.
Its not who you are on the inside its what you do that defines you.
eye lub ewe.
ps. megs most previous post (babeh) made me giggle
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why can't we make this darkness feel like home
iloveyou!
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Up the Rabbit Hole, the journal of an Adventurer who's never quite sure where she's going. Hijinks are ensuing, right here: [link]
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"...as always, she was late."
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