randos

  

everythang that shine aint alwayz gold

i love polaroids, so instant

i wish i lived in the 60's

i want this

excuses

you have no excuses, you have it good.
you live a comfortable life, you're still young, you have many friends that seem to care, you have a loving family, there are kids out there suffering, starving, being beaten, raped, killed, abused, tortured, growing up in horrid conditions, with no home and THEY manage to stay hopeful, to stay happy, to smile. you have no excuses.

then why can't i be happy? why can't i live? what is wrong with me?

birthday post

i haven't posted in a while, sorry to the VAST amount of people reading, caring about my blog (hi mami).
i've been insanely busy, or at least i'd like to think so.
lately i've occupied my time with birthdays, what they entail and how weird they are. i am now 20 years old an all i want is to go back to being a kid again. no worries, no responsibilities, no having to get over road blocks and problems by yourself, etc. i am no where close to starting to conform to societies ideals. i officially have no more excuses. no longer a teenager, no longer a baby.