i have a problem. i keep writing poetry. it wont stop. i don't even know if im good or not i wont show any one. i don't want to end up like my mom. no way no how. sad . i need to get into trouble like i used to but there is no trouble. i cant believe it. what kind of place do i live in.
i is chum chum · Sat Jun 13, 2009 @ 02:58am · 0 Comments |