so i don't know why, but i have this intense and insane urge to think i'm different, not above things, but that i have somthing to do with my life. that i have these treamors for a reason, that i have this ability to make things, most things, right with everyone. the fact that i can get away with almost anything and that i can get out of any situation.

What am i destined for? why am i here? this is a question everyone asks themselves at least a million times in there lives.


my mom asked me if i was going to be ok, i said 'yes, why?'. she responded in the most unlikely way, she asked if i was suicidal.

that floored me, i must be putting out a vibe that i don't want to.

by the way, i'm not. Don't worry. I'm far from it.

That would be giving in, a decision that i do not easily come to. like i said, i always find a way out, a loophole, an escape hatch. right now, i'm searching for one and not having much luck, but i'm not giving up.

Peanuts will survive, because he has to. because, what would life be like without me? no! don't even think about it, it's too schocking... think of





of.....

kittens