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...
Monday, March 20, 2017
I need to go out. Been home for a while now and this is just getting me so depressed. :( I need to be able to talk to human beings. Like talk to them in person.
