Sunday, January 8, 2012

99 bottles of _____ on the wall...
I'm not normally an angry or overly depressive person, but I feel like I bottle things up too much. Lately I've been corking a lot of bottles and I feel like things are soon to get a little dangerous for myself and those in my immediate surrounding (primarily me).
I really wish I could have someone to just scream at or cry my eyes out to, someone who will take out all of my frustrations and disappointments.

Why can't life always be a field of rainbows and tiger lilies?