I'm a unique person, pretty complicated, but I'm always just me. I don't try to complain, it just comes out that way, maybe it's the assholes I know. I get stressed out real easy, it's so hard to please me, but it's harder to let me go. I'm one of a kind, I'm sure well divine, I'm a crazy a** amazing chica<3 I'm not conceited, I'm just me. I try my hardest to please people, but it never seems to work out well. I've been hurt and disappointed. Lived through too much, seen and done too many things. My life's been crap. But here I am, still ready to take on the world. It's because of my self determination, my never-ending plead. A plead to become something more than thought, something because I won't let my past overcome. I've become a true survivor in this world, and is that enough? I've almost given up dozens of times, and who's to say next time I won't? All I know right now, is that there's a possibility. There always is. My thoughts always clouded, with such serious doubts. My fears will always ignite. I'm such a depressed emo, if you haven't hinted from my name, but when will my life ever change? Will it ever change? Or am I stuck in a never-ending horror movie where the main star...the victim is me. My thoughts come out random, but some how I can blame them, because I feel they are some how so true. Don't care? Then why are you here? For now my ranting is through.
Single life is a wonderful life !!!!
