Sometimes, nothing makes sense. And sometimes, everything, every scattered piece of your broken mind falls into place. Other times you just silently scream ‘fuck off’ and that little outburst no one saw makes the world a brighter place.
Sometimes, nothing makes sense. And sometimes, everything, every scattered piece of your broken mind falls into place. Other times you just silently scream ‘fuck off’ and that little outburst no one saw makes the world a brighter place.
reflections of an unquiet mind 
I love a good “fuck-off” once in awhile. It’s freeing.
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