I like wolf's because their so tough with their big teeth, I wish I was scary.
I'm sick of full sentances, I think I give up on writeing books, my mind is so mild and i can only focus on something for a short time, I wish I could stay focused
replace my mind?
I'm scared for the future
scared I won't be able to funtion without him.
I feel like coughing up all my emotions into a big hair ball of hatred sometimes.
I used to write about pressing my fingers on wet window cills and feeling alone
in ways I wish I still could, but whatevz you know