normally at the beginning of this story I would say, this is the story of a girl who cried a river and drowned the world & she looks so sad in photographs. I absolutely love her, when she smiles, but no that's lyrics. Plus I don't cry much I get kinda pissed, I'm not saying I don't cry because I mean come on every girl cries! Am I right or wha?
aye I never told you my name okay so my names Frances, " Frances bean cobain". But I prefer you just call me Frances okay? alright I'm living with my dad, he has a serious drinking problem, I could imagine it was because of my mom. My mom died when I was smaller from a cancer she got, I forgot what It was called but all I remember is she was beautiful! she had short brown hair with a slight hazel like eyes, of course that's all I remember I really miss my mom! Sometimes I wonder if maybe it was my fault. I drown these thoughts out usually by sneaking out and riding my skateboard to parks. It's rather nice when the wind blows my long black wavy, layered hair out of my face. It's like an escape c: to reality. jeez I'm such a teenage getaway!👽
