In a moment of anger, words can become so spiteful and hurting, and the worst thing is they cannot be taken back. It's becoming a pain, really. For now, i really can't see where all these will lead to.
i am forever twenty-one. i sulk more than i smile, but i'm really quite friendly. i struggle to be understood; i struggle not to be misunderstood; i struggle to smile more often but my jaws will hurt. i struggle to articulate my thoughts and my daily struggles. And this is where i will unleash these thoughts.
email me at caitrawks@gmail.com
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