Ouch

maybe my previous entry didn't make any sense sorry I am sleepy and dead tired and such.
xoxo

Dreams for sale

It all depends on luck. Our lives are gently stuck to the glorious hands of Fortuna and she won't ever let us go.

Tonight I wanted to write pages and pages to explain that it's the world I am angry with. But I can't. Words are running through my head and I feel nothing but confusion. All I see is people not doing but buying their dreams. And after all this, knowing what the easy way is, it doesn't make me wanna pick it. I wanna sweat half of my heart out to get there where the birds always sing. The harder I die, the more alive I'll be during my next journey.