A Voice to Call my Own

I’m too tired for this shit

I don’t know here’s my thoughts while drowzy in sleep

Mission Possable

I somehow skipped going to recess, because I hid behind a coat… niceeee

A Voice to Call my Own

One thing I wish I could change would be my voice, it holds me back from doing a lot of things I wish I could do.

Fucking socks man…

I hate those little pieces of fabric, I can’t fathom the thought of having to wear socks like please burn them and bury that shit six feet under.

*insert quirky joke*

Welcome to my boring madness