Impulsive this is not, by virtue of perpetual hours of considerate speculation I have come to find that I cannot find reprieve in a phony
Tag: social anxiety
temporary death
As the leaves will begin to turn burnt, golden, and browned, I begin to feel cold in my soul watching them spill to the ground.
home is where i am gay
Sometimes, I feel as if I can take over the world! Other times I just want to dig a hole and hide from it, I’ll
What's Inside a Madman's Hat? 