I wished this bed wasn’t so lonely. I wished this room was not so dark. Sometimes all you want is to be held and told this were going to be okay. Childish fairy tails shattered by things you were never warned about. I wished I didn’t hurt this much.

Hahaha wow, for some reason I feel like money was an excuse… Going out to eat and going to conventions? Real broke… So over it. And this concludes my vent. Delete?

Mmm well… Not quite… And if you want to write a blog about me? Just say my fucking name in it next time. Kay? Or send me a message… Now who’s childish?