Things go bad when I least expect them, and I have no one to talk too. Life’s pretty amazing.
Oh, Tumblr. I feel horrible, like if someone keeps turning on and off a switch in my head telling it to start and stop hurting. And then my throat feels all stuffed, and I can’t breathe at times. I want to sleep now.
I think I loose followers, because I don’t have a constant theme. Maybe, or they all hate me.
The only thing making me feel good is Macklemore.
He’s been on my mind 24/7 for 3 days now.
I complain about everything, and I have it better than most people.
When will I get that through my head?
I’ll never know the love of grandparents. Never know the love of parents friends that become like your aunt or uncle.
So I will make sure, if i ever have kids, they have that.
I need running shoes. I think that’s the only thing stopping me from running in the morning.