My dad was the one who always believed in me. I wasn’t perfect in his eyes but I was his babygirl. He always knew when I was hurting or afraid. I never had to tell him. I sure could use his courage right now.
I cannot stand & talk about everyday shit that holds no meaning to me whatsoever, I just can't do it.I NEED mental stimulation-deep talks about crazy plot-lines, spirits, theories etc.just join in my weirdness