I live in a world of words constantly writing and dreaming new ideas. I love the majesty of horses and spend most of my time with them. I tend to write anything in my head but I hope to keep it simple with some things that i find intriguing.
I thought it would have gotten better but it only seems to get worse. Words are swirling in my head and i am sick of their sadness. crying I just want to be happy but my heart is heavy. I feel completely emo and i am not. Ask my friends i am a happy person just not right now. Off to cry myself to sleep, again. sadsadcryingcrying
"Well behaved women rarely make history" What else can be said? *dreamer*