The utter most inner thoughts and feelings of one who has but no other way to express them and therefore without a pen a paper she very much may spontaneously combust in an explosion of secrets bottled up for far far too long. : )
It's basically what the title says... I write to vent, so don't expect it all to make perfect sense.
It Took Me Some Time To Realize Just How Perfect Everyone Is. Mostly To Get Over My Own Insecurities. I'm Still Not Back To Perfection, But I'm Working On It. Don't Destroy Your Life. I Know It's Hard, But You Can Get Through It. The First Step Is To Admit You Have A Problem. The Second Step Is To Get Help. Reach...
Now I am empty, there is nothing inside. I was stupid to care. Now I know you lied. There is always that one person you can never hate. No matter what they do. READ ONWARDS!!! <3. A collection of poems about random shiz. ;)
