Jul 30, 2009 17:00
when you wipe paint on your clothing it seeps through.
when you try your very hardest to be patient and trusting you look over your shoulder every two seconds.
life is calling.
no fuck that, im calling on life.
this is not a "new begennings," or a "sudden burst of reality," post.
im sick of being suspended between two lives.
a hot one and a cold one.
i refuse to chose so im going to love to live in comfort.
weather i cannot detect.
boy make girls happy, some times.
im a happy girl for ow and i need to remember that.
i like to laugh, so we do that.