24 November 2012
I confuse myself. One minute I'm making fun of hope the next I believe fate will take me to where I think my destiny is and all that junk. Most of the time I'm a downer, the rest of the time everything is bright and cheery. And bunnies kill all the meanies that try to kill them because bunnies are the shiz.
Confusing Ol' Me Chapter 4 • Opuss № I