3 inches above the ground as lady luck tightens her grip on your neck, her hands like leather, she inhales the life from your lungs and swallows your suffering, promising that you will be safe from now on.
A drug trial group made up of 1000 people, each person has a “match” that is virtually the same as them(age sex race blood type etc). One person dies, but their match remains, why?
And why is the remaining person sincerely jealous.
The definition of my name-
Often a quiet, antisocial, passionate and induvidualistic girl. Strong sense of character and morals, attracted to the arts, such as dance and drama, and is very open minded. Tendancy to appear odd or angry as to only attract people who really care to know her. Appearance: very likely the most beautiful creature on earth. A warning to those who fall in love with her- studies have yet to see anyone get over Krissinitis.
This is so weird, I feel like this was actually written about me, minus the whole appearance part. I generally don’t like to admit that I’m antisocial, but I definitely can be that way quite often. No one ever believes that though…I have many masks.
Wait to move away from here, I need art and warmth, my best bet is Austin, but SanFran would be great. This place, these people, that loser, are all sucking the life out of me. I’d really like to find a boyfriend who doesn’t suck and friends who don’t suck. Wtf is wrong with me?