I am landlocked. In the middle of an ocean, with the options wide open. All I see is this ship, drifting further from me rather large, has its sails set to go in the blue Painted red, this big ship has the whole crew onboard. All they know is the time Time their vessel departs. Time the wide endless land Stays forgotten, behind. Time they’ll spend in the sea, Eating food...
Nothing changes - nothing changes. Day 1.
If you wanna get somewhere in life - decide where you’re wanting to get. Then listen to people who got there. Be honest. To yourself and everybody else. Honesty.
So if I was to describe myself this week, that would be somewhere between the staff room and home, pretty big on depression, food, fuck ups and nonsense. Enjoying the pain, disgrace and search for myself. You wait, big wide world. My screwed up head will be sonewhere at its’ place, with its reign not too far from being seen by others. I will love whatever I get, but even more if it’s...
Середина сентября, и приходит весна. Мне скоро 21, и я только начинаю жить.
Если бы я родилась овощем, то никто бы не заметил никакой разницы.