NOW
I shrunk the kids with my president ray gun.
It's like lightening descended from heaven and struck my empathetic node.
Like the BBQ.
YEAH! I totally didn't shit myself!
I don't want your words I want the truth in the depth of soul.
You need to talk about your dead girlfriend, get it off your chest.
Are you my Angel?
Your lonely... All by my lonesome.
Man landed on the moon, I have no reason to live.
I can't make hot coco, no one will love me.
Weird times have been upon me and I feel like crying. Blacking out periodically due to liquor is not so fun when I decide to rip out everything in me that hurts and show it in a non-articulate manner to perfect strangers and calling people during a panic attack.
I'm dumb and never doing that again.
Yay, what fun.
Signing out.
~SquishyGurl~
It's like lightening descended from heaven and struck my empathetic node.
Like the BBQ.
YEAH! I totally didn't shit myself!
I don't want your words I want the truth in the depth of soul.
You need to talk about your dead girlfriend, get it off your chest.
Are you my Angel?
Your lonely... All by my lonesome.
Man landed on the moon, I have no reason to live.
I can't make hot coco, no one will love me.
Weird times have been upon me and I feel like crying. Blacking out periodically due to liquor is not so fun when I decide to rip out everything in me that hurts and show it in a non-articulate manner to perfect strangers and calling people during a panic attack.
I'm dumb and never doing that again.
Yay, what fun.
Signing out.
~SquishyGurl~