my finger-painting
New scribble
I’ve never been that good at explaining myself, just what’s going on and how I feel exactly, with words. Although I try. Oh boy do I try…
Anyway, this is me. This is it.
I have extreme issues with telling people things when they don’t ask.
It’s why a total of 2 people know me. Not that I’m a complete closed book, but because no one really asks the right questions. Or any real questions that they would care to know the answer to. I don’t think anyone cares enough to ask. So I’ll continue keeping to myself and finding out more and more just how much no one really wants to ask the questions I ask them, back. I know a lot about so many people, because I cared to know and help. I just wish I could call those people, my friends.
Is ignorance really the foundation to this generation?
Or is it just that you’re a begoted asshole?
Teen Lovers Remix
I keep the wolf from the door
but he calls me up
calls me up on the phone tells me all the ways that he’s gunna mess me up
steal all my children if I don’t call the ransom
and I’ll never see them again if I scream to the cops
Dark
Part time alien
Girl and the Sea
