Im depressed. I'm obsessed with the moon. I love cats and ferrets I find both so adorable. I love hot Cheetos. I hate myself at times and I'm anti social though I hate to admit it. I also love to draw and sing . Waiting for the day I can run again and wishing for rain . I live in this world not by choice but because I have a fear of death though I've come so close to it . People have left when they promised theyd stay and life seems impossible most days. It's one big survival episode for me and until I see the light Ill be hurting and broken until one day I'm finally shattered into millions of pieces.