I feel like writing some poetry but then againI feel like just writing my thoughts down. I'm a deep thinker, sometimes depressed but gorgoeusly spoken words come from my soul, soulful thinking. Wishful thinking. It's all about the same. Desires though, well thats a completly different story. A desire is something I'm willing to work for, after all I desire to go to Texas and I desire to get my first tattoo on my birthday this year. I wish it was already my birthday and I had enough money to move to texas. See although they share the same subjects each one is unique to my twisted mind. Don't ask I feel like being random; in fact I feel that my grammar is horrible and that I look terrible but when people call me a genius and beautiful I'll shoot you a look that says you must be joking. I can be smart when I apply myself. I can be anything or anyone I desire to be. hmm I should be a writer; then again maybe not. Maybe I'll just be a foxy english lady living in the states. Cherrio mates!
