sigh sometimes i like to think that maybe i really am a good person but then again it could just be luck…..
I wish the blood that poured out of my wrists was my sadness.
When I was 12, revealed to my mommy that I don’t believe in God. She looked at me wild-eyed and screamed, “So when you’re laying there dying on the hospital bed, who is going to save you?? SCIENTISTS?!”
And I said, “Yes, mommy, they’re called Doctors.”