Im thinking about making a lot of music during this summer.
I got problems that need to be let out.
I had a dream that I ran away from home cause some guy with candy said follow me.
After that, I looked for a zoo so I could pet a Bengal cat. I figured out the meaning though....
death reminds me of glory: sweet, but full of traps.
This diary isnt hidden. I want someone to find this and tell me how fucked up I try to make my life seem.
I want that wish just so I could beat the shit out of them and tell them it isn't fucked up, just unhinged.
Later Days
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