she hates the sun, cause it proves she's not alone
I feel like I have a million things to say, but I can't put a finger on how I'm feeling.
My nail polish is chipped and I feel like screaming bloody murder at the world.
I want to spill it all out, tell you everything. I can't, I will never be able to. It's impossible to explain. I'm constantly regretting my decisions but never quit. Sometimes I wish I could just start over, but people tell me things could be a lot worse. Then again, they could have been a hell of a lot better, I don't think it could get worse than this.
I need some depressing books to read, anyone have some suggestions?
My nail polish is chipped and I feel like screaming bloody murder at the world.
I want to spill it all out, tell you everything. I can't, I will never be able to. It's impossible to explain. I'm constantly regretting my decisions but never quit. Sometimes I wish I could just start over, but people tell me things could be a lot worse. Then again, they could have been a hell of a lot better, I don't think it could get worse than this.
I need some depressing books to read, anyone have some suggestions?