I wish I was a punk rocker with flowers in my hair.
My mother questioned my sanity today when she saw purple lines running up my arm. I told her how they are "For Somebody". I walked twenty blocks tonight thinking 'bout how that might not be all that conducive, I wanted to die & escape the pain. My heart screams when I'm not with my best friend I miss the laughter I miss the smiling. Thse black words against the white broke me hard. You've left your scent in my skin. Inhale, you.Count this fiction it isn't 'bout hints.
'm so glad my mega zit pop at the right time I feel so ugly with this hideous thing but at least it certainly make me think twice 'bout stepping out of the house.