PURPLE is a MAGIC COLOUR: April 2015

I miss home..Or at least being at home. Looking at photos makes me want to cry. I sit in my room,Staring at the phone. Not knowing who to call I’ve already forgetten the numbers. I habe become an in rovert becouse I don’t have a large vocabulary. To be anything else. Locked inside my head, my body. All I do is think. And it is making me well..I am trying to find myself. In all of the chaos.Find somethimg that I can call me. Inside the screams and inside.The you should and you have to best. I am grown in so many ways. But in front of my parents. I am still a child.I am having a hard time throwing off the skin. I am the only one who can do it. But I cant seem to let myself..

PURPLE is a MAGIC COLOUR

Tuesday, April 28, 2015

few day more..

banjir