tabula rasa.

i enjoy music, drawing, smoking, drinking, cooking for other people, singing sweet songs, any sort of documentary/informative television, reading, writing, tattoos, people who have minds of their own. also, i collect all things penguin.esp.my little stuffed babies.i love em :].i hate manipulative individuals who consistently judge and alter other peoples lives.its a pathetic way of gaining self confidence/happiness.&liars.[not the band]have a great day.
"Sometimes in the morning I am petrified & can't move;
Awake but cannot open my eyes
& the weight is crushing down on my lungs.
I know I cant breathe.
& i hope someone will save me this time..
& your mothers still callin you insane & high, swearin its different this time
& you tell her to give in to the demons that possess her.
That god never blessed her insides.
Then you hang up the phone & feel badly for upsetting things,
crawl back into bed to dream of a time when your heart was open wide & you love things just because.
Like the sick & dying.
& sometimes when youre on
youre really fuckin on,
& your friends they sing along,
& they love you.
But the lows are so extreme
that the good seems fuckin cheap.
It teases you but you fight & youll make it through.
You'll fake it if you have to.
& you'll show up for work with a smile.
You'll be better. & you'll be smarter..
& more grown up & a better daughter or son.
& a real good friend.
& you'll be awake.
You'll be alert.
You'll be positive even though it hurts..
& you'll laugh & embrace all your friends.
& you'll be a real good listener.
You'll be honest.
You'll be brave.
You'll be handsome & you'll be beautiful.
You'll be happy.
Your ship may be coming in..
Youre weak but not giving in to the cries & the wails of the valley below..
& your ship may be coming in..
You're weak but not givin in.
& you'll fight it. you'll go out fightin all of them."