I’m tired, I’m confused and I’m only here to see if I can use writing as my outlet for all this bubbling beneath the surface.
I’m tired, I’m confused and I’m only here to see if I can use writing as my outlet for all this bubbling beneath the surface.
May 14, 2008 at 12:45 am |
The words are familiar, the meaning intimate. This isn’t original. This started because of a girl…