Have you ever had one of those moments when you thought your life


just fell apart within seconds of your scummy existence? Or worse did


it take a lot longer than that…like hours, weeks, days and years. How


does that feel to know that you are doing the wrong thing and yet you


continue like a snob so adamant that it pisses you of a lot more?


What if you were a perfectionist beyond the limits of perfection? What


if the world wasn’t ready for you perfection? AND what if the


damnned world was’nt even ready for the adamant person that you




AND WHAT if it wasnt ready for you


what would you do?




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Current Music: I dont wanna be- gaven dcgraw (wht ever the spellin is...go figure)