i wish i could write something that would make hearts come out of your eyes and rainbows permeate your skin, but i just can't.
 
i'm shooting blanks.

ugh, my bedroom.
 
something has got to give, and everything has to go.
 
if this place is a reflection of who i am, then fuck.
 
fuck that shit. i am not my bedroom.
 
but i am. i totally am. 
 
never the fuck mind.