HOPELESS MOTHER TRUCKER
The beauty of living and life bewilders me; then I remember the ugliness and at once, my breathe is gone.
I hope one day, it will all get easier but I've never really been one to invest much faith in hope.
I suppose it's all just about trying to find something or even trying to leave a mark.
If only we knew what we were truly aiming for, perhaps then we wouldn't be so fucking sick and broken.
Just a little girl in her twenties with nothing but promise; but promise can't buy me love (or sanity).
I SHOULD be studying and working on the two 5000 word essays I have due over the next two sees but no… I’m procrastinating and decorating myself with flowers- just to be silly…
"A casual stroll through the lunatic asylum shows that faith does not prove anything."
- Nietzsche
