i just don't even know.
so many things have happened.
trains,planes, and automobiles.
all i came back for was so that my friends and family could be happy. so i realy hope they are.because i'm still trying to figure out what is suposed to happen to make me happy.is there such thing as being happy and content, if there is then wheres the fire and pasion of being in a pickle?i would realy like to know this. are we ever completley happy?
trains,planes, and automobiles.
all i came back for was so that my friends and family could be happy. so i realy hope they are.because i'm still trying to figure out what is suposed to happen to make me happy.is there such thing as being happy and content, if there is then wheres the fire and pasion of being in a pickle?i would realy like to know this. are we ever completley happy?