About: “I’m not happy and bubbly, I’m dark and cloudy, because I’m the type of crazy person that feels bad for serial killers.”
A collections of thoughts to document the ravings of a depressed teenager.
Generallly nonesensical, occassionally profound, enjoy.
I need to be anywhere but here. I am tired of suburbia and ‘civilisation’ and mediocrity. I need green-ness. I need a fedora, Red Vines, and a map of the world.