I feel old, but I am only twenty-three.
Stuck in this life. I want to be--- FREE!
But I keep hanging on
to the negativity rambling on
through my mind and through my skull
turning positive thoughts dull
This body dies, but not from age.
It is this sadness and this rage
filling, tearing my insides!
Is it too late to turn the tides?
Have I failed so miserably?
Can I still set my poor heart free?
The journal of a not so normal girl
I am a very strange person and will probably write strange things in this journal. I plan to write my blob story, which I just made up about 2 days ago...maybe.