there isnt alot to say, but there never is with me.
i just try to roll with the punches that the world throws at me.
people say im crazy and they swear i have a.d.d. but thats why my boyfriend loves me.
i love my dog (even if it's tried to hang itself and go SPLAT on the road) but i dont like to write.
its weird i know but i just dont. with people pressuring me to do it, im losing my intreset in it, but somehow it always comes back.
theres not alot to say but there's always something to scream. i live my life in a way thats misunderstood, but thats alright with me.
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