Last year I wrote sad poems about my depression... last month I wrote random/funny poems... Now I write what ever I feel like.
So what I write depends on my mood, how I'm feeling inside.
Remember: Specialness is heretic.
"All of us are born with a set of instinctive fears--of falling, of the dark, of lobsters, of falling on lobsters in the dark, or speaking before a Rotary Club, and of the words "Some Assembly Required."
11 years ago
I need a flying squirrel like I need a hole in the head