many many times again....
so many expectation about the human mind and how it reflects alot of things in prosper to a book.writeing a journal and typing them however you may wrote.its a thing of a past you look back to to have your own mark,phase,or conversation.we all hold dearly secretes some that will cause pain and suffer,some to cause happiness and some with mistakable remembrance.even many to speak to your own self .Sometimes a rosemary is kept for creating that remembrance.
I write at home to remember and keep a different head of the world .i type online to seek for something with no return.i feel as if i dont please my inner self im not happy.so many mistake so many thoughts running through my head i always hear a small voice insiade,that leaves me with so many quotes and despair for courage an other un fuckin imaginable."if you dont save your life ,then u cant save any"every other week i tend to myself with uncommon words or quotes shit that jus comes through to me.sometimes i wonder if im insane .but i know that whats to say sane when u know apart of any.but realistically i don't know who i am any longer.
we want and shall never receive
I write at home to remember and keep a different head of the world .i type online to seek for something with no return.i feel as if i dont please my inner self im not happy.so many mistake so many thoughts running through my head i always hear a small voice insiade,that leaves me with so many quotes and despair for courage an other un fuckin imaginable."if you dont save your life ,then u cant save any"every other week i tend to myself with uncommon words or quotes shit that jus comes through to me.sometimes i wonder if im insane .but i know that whats to say sane when u know apart of any.but realistically i don't know who i am any longer.
we want and shall never receive