these are momentary feelings; pieces of my troubled mind; i write what i think, what i think is what i feel, what i feel is what I am and what i am is what i am...... and if only promises could erase the past, I could open my heart enough to take it all back. But Ive been down this road, time and time again. And I've learned the hard way how the story always ends...
Thursday, January 21, 2016
That was so embarrassing. I totally dont feel like I belong to this world. Please make it stop. I stood there like an idiot. A huge idiot. Stupid me.
