yeah i think the title says it all

I hate them. They smell and they are trying to kill me.

Don’t you wish bugs would just talk to other bugs and be like “Bro don’t go in that house. Those people in there will mess you up. They have already took out like 15 of our best men.”

Sometimes I feel like crying out. Like the only thing I want to do is scream and shout. I’m tired of all this pain and doubt. These things that “I can’t live without.”

Sometimes I feel like running away. Like the only good, happened yesterday. Like the people I loved have gone astray. And the only thing left I have is dismay.

Sometimes when I feel like nothing is right. I turn to the person who is the light. The person who loves me day or night. God my savior gives me new sight.

The world is no longer gloomy or gray. Because of the one who paved the way. I love you Lord, and not just for today. Because on the cross for my sins you did pay.

Well will you?

Yeah I think that does it.

I hate my stomach. Like 4 realz.

Does what I post even matter, or is Tumblr just gonna go down as another site that I don’t fully understand the fascination with?