You know, sometimes I am left to look at the ceiling. The ceiling is interesting and all but I have done it so much that I think I can work out the exact brush strokes my dad used to paint it-yellow bandaids\bored
Cry. Pain, hurt, blah blah blah. I'm sick of everything, the latest news (which always just so happens to be a tragic accident or murder). Sick of the same eyes, sick of the same girl that I see in the mirror, not cause I'm insecure just cause it's the same. Sick of the same seasons, moon sun. I could go on. But for some reason I am never sick of.... you ......and rats of course. -yellow bandaids
I like laughing, it makes things a bit realer in the best realer way-yellow bandaids(I don't think 'realer' is a word)
Pray beans, pray and pray, sing and sing cause God loves you-yellow bandaids(in all seriousness)
If you are insecure, snap out of it. Society defines us too much, if I were a designer I wouldn't pick deathly skinny girls cause that's just stupid, forcing someone to change themselves for a career-yellow bandaids
Thank you for reading, pls comment
