Have you ever ran a mile, and be out of breath at the end of it. Like, no matter how hard you try to breathe, your lungs won't accept air? I feel like that every fucking day of my life. I don't know what to do about this fucking life. I hate how I have to be. I want to break free, and if I do...maybe I can stop gasping for air.
What the fuck can I do?
By the way, I don't know when I can post again. I might try on Friday. School's out then! Yay.
It's My Shit.
- Strange Blasphemy
- In Conway Hell,, South Carolina, United States
- Who cares about what a teenage girl has to say, anyway? I do not keep this blog to be heard. No. I have a voice for that. I keep this blog to be read and better understood as an individual who is forced to live on this planet just like the rest of us.
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