Tumblr is the only place I can let out my emotions. I dont wanna bother my friends. My family would worry. My husband is too busy. It's just doesnt work. I dont work, literally and figuratively. I dont know what to do. As winter approaches my depression gets closer as well. I want to write a novel, about my life. But not my life. I had a strange life. An abusive father. A loving family. Friends. Drugs. Adventure. Idk I have done alot. But not really. Idk I'd like to write. But I'm not sure how to publish? Idk. Well see. I want to though. Write about my life. Hopefully find an answer. Idk. I need one. I want to know my meaning. Purpose. Have adventure. Love life. Right now I'm just flowing and I dint want that,I want to live. I need to. I'm falling. I need help. My mind plays trick on me. My life doesnt feel like mine. life goes too fast.












