hello, last night i got a tiny bit fucked up. my spit tasted like a fun little mix of cookies, honey nut cheerios, vodka, red bull, weed, and orange juice this morning.
something about me. i'm really innocent, i'm naive, i'm kind of blind. i've never really suffered, i've never really lost anything, i'm filled with awe and wonder haha, i don't really know what "pain" is, when i miss people i get sad but it's like a naive sadness. i never know what i have, & i lose people easily because of this. every emotion is new to me even if i'd had it before, it's always different. i always know what i'm talking about, but at the same time, i never know what i'm talking about.