My whimsical statements, thoughts, and feelings about things.
Converse. Toms. Missouri State. Owls. Hair. Fashion. Animals.
Truth is,
I rant on Tumblr because if I ranted on Twitter or Facebook then certain people would see. Also because Twitter doesn’t allow more than 140 characters.
What I want, I can’t have.
I just wanna cry myself to sleep. Every night. Or maybe go on a long car ride, listen to every sad song, and cry till I have to pull over because I can no longer see the road in front of me.
I’m so unhappy, but I don’t know how to fix it. That only way I can think of would just make everything worse.
