Showstopper.
Don't you just have a huge enmity for those people completely change personality wise, image wise, and any wise you can think of just 'cause of circumstance? It's ridiculous. It's like me moving to Montana and becoming this hard core horse-back riding cowgirl. I'll dislike the city lights and wake up early to work on the ranch. Obviously, thas' all retarded stuff. 'Cause I like the city. I'd appreciate riding a horse once in a while, but come on. I'm not a horse person. I have no hand-eye coordination and sleep is a God-given gift. Now that my point has been made. Goodnight.
How do I not have that one physical person who I can entrust every single problem I have? Who I run to when my mom does something incredibly stupid. Who can help me so that I don't have to rely on myself.
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