Shel Silverstein.

I opened my eyes and looked up at the rain,
and it dripped in my head, and flowed into my brain.
And all that I hear as I lie in my bed,
is the slishity-slosh of the rain in my head.

I step very softly, I walk very slow.
I can't do a handstand- I might overflow.
So pardon the wild crazy thing I just said,
I'm just not the same since there's rain in my head.

:( .Penguins. <3


Questionable.

The answer to your question; I have no motivation, that's why.
I have zero willpower. I am weak, the weakest of my family.
The most spineless person I know. Physically, but foremost mentally weak.
I have all these things in my life that could be good, for real. But noo, no way.
I'll appreciate them, sure, but do I let them make me happy? Not a chance in Hell.

I wish I could be more like her, you know.
Optimistic, even though shit's always one step ahead.
"She was a girl who knew how to be happy even when she was sad".
That is the true definition of her.


Morfi.



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