i'm selfish. i dont honestly care. I
i dont honestly care.
I hate injustice.
I hate it when bad things happen to good people.
i wrote a book that i could never publish because of secrets.
I love myself very much and i dont think its a bad thing.
i have an amazing boyfriend but i know one day he will break my heart.
i've come to my senses with reality and that I dont know where i stand with God.
Im in church, im out of church.
im whispered about.
I like God but im scared of his followers.
Everything i've ever liked about myself and every good memory i've ever had i never share with anyone.
i rant like i fiend.
i dont understand why the past comes in photographs and never in video.
i just want answers