I'll give a cookie to anyone who can figure out the message in my name.

oh by the way, 16 year old freak, dreads, cutter, multitudes of meds, panic attacks, see things, headtrips, hospital stays, post traumatic stress.

and people ask why I have trouble getting up in the morning.

right now I'm stoned off seroquel, well, no really stoned, a zombie.

just got convinced not to take them with vodka and sherry.

my best friend is a beautiful red haired guitar player.

my lover is a faerie girl a million miles away.

out of head, out of mind.

we are the ones who fell through the cracks of the world.