I’m sorry, I’m just a poetic druggie,
Can’t do much..
Why can’t everyone just be extremely honest with their feelings? What is there to be scared of?
You’ve been compared to so many people…I went on an acid walk the other night, I tried to find myself, and all I could really hear in my head was, who are you really isaiah? Does that sound lame? I don’t know who I am…haha…dang, just a no good guy I guess
I AM LAUGHING SO HARD OMG
She is so bad lmao
There’s this girl at my school and she’s really nice and I remember sometime last year at one point she would carry a clicker around and click it everytime she had a happy thought/something good happened/she laughed etc.
It was always kind of cute how you’d just hear the little click every once in a while throughout class it always made me smile knowing that it was bc something made her feel happy idk
she was training herself to be happy oh my god