rainy days always get to me in one way or another. sometimes they're so beautiful I could cry, sometimes there are emotional break downs and I cry. somehow rainy days, although appreciated and liked very much, make me cry somehow. today it's one of those days, when I'm so angry at myself I can't even believe it. and the world keeps tumbling down. I wish there was a cactus to crawl under somewhere...
who the f**n?
fellow thinkers
Where are you from?
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