I wish that I wouldn’t take everything so seriously. Everything will always work itself out eventually. I’ll forget, you’ll move on, what’s done is said and done. We’ll tip-toe around the memory and the course has since been run. I wish that I wouldn’t think way too hard on things I know that just won’t change. What’s the point of worrying at all when I know I can’t change fate? If there is a plan for everything, and I am in good hands, then everything that I do or say will seem like a command. So maybe I’m a serious person and maybe I think too hard, but maybe it’s you who fucked it all up, and maybe it’s you who’s scarred.
A message from my mom, who volunteers with Petropolis, an Animal Rescue group:
Hello All,
This is a 12-week old puppy named Peggy who is fighting parvovirus as we speak. She has had $2,200 in intensive care so far and she needs just a few more days of care in order to make it—but we are out…
Answer:
Hi stranger! Miss you too & stuff.
How do I get you to like me?
Answer:
Not even, my posts are very note-grabbing if you already could not tell. I am internet famous.
