Ask me anything
Today is the beginning, not the end.
I would like to be able to understand, every thought that scrambles across my mind. Every sick memory, that hollow feeling. I drag myself into worlds, I’ve feared, and it has become inevitable. I don’t think positive, because everything can just slip out from under me. I question everything, because I need something real. I’ve grown, at a great rate, over the past year. My emotions fluctuate, uncontrollably. Most people, have got me all wrong. My head is congested. I'm nothing of what you can fathom in your mind.
