My teacher told me my writing was really dark. Don't know where she got that idea, it's not like I contemplate my existence every..single...night.   huh

Here is a poem by me:

Violets are blue 
Roses are red 
It's hard to sleep
My goldfish is dead

That took me ten minutes, you're welcome.

I don't remember the pin to my voicemail, I really like music, supernatural bought my soul, and mcr has stolen and brought me life.

Don't break my heart, you live there..