faithaloneidie

I wish that there was someone I could tell all of my secrets to. I hate living this life where I cannot tell a single soul my exciting adventures. Why does everyone I know have to be connected to my boyfriend in some way? I just don't want him to hear about it. I feel like such an awful person. I hate everything right now. And I think that I may actually give in to the razors that are hiding somewhere around this house. I need them.