Writng stories is all I ever wanted to do.
October 5 I cried on the bus three times this week. The kind of tears that burn your eyelids they've been sitting in your heart for so long. It's only cathartic if you can let it all out.
By Amanda5 years ago in Humans
There's a room in my head filled with things I can't feel anymore It's the one to the left down the hall with a bolt on the door
By Amanda5 years ago in Poets
