voici mon histoire ..
This is until i get a Journal, until i figure myself out.
eh, tired and bored of everything.
why can you be happy with me, are you?
im so bipolar, so so so so lame.
I see the world, in a way others dont, i think of negativity when i see somthing beautiful, I think of death everyday, I see everything falling apart except for it living. I need to breathe, and smile. I need to think, and move on. But fuck it i like watching shit suffer. yeah, your a beautiful thing, but your fucking worthless to me. You dont know what im talking about are you? peace.
