Times like these....

Often I think that the world would be a better place if I didn't exist, but times like these, with a puppy nestled nicely in my lap, fast asleep, twitching slightly as she dreams, I think that maybe, just for now, I'm doing something good.

God, I'm just so gooey sometimes! MY HEART IS THAT GOOP MADE OUT OF CORNFLOWER. Try to cutch it, it freezes up... lure it in with cute puppies, it's practically liquid. That was a bad comparison.
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POST OVER. But I'm going to continue ranting anyway. :)

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On the topic of me thinking it would be better if I didn't exist, please don't assume that's synonymous with wanting to kill myself. It's truly not - 1. I'm shitscared of death. Like any selfrespecting person would be. Not shitscared of dying FOR someone, but shitscared of dying an undignified death. :) 2. I've been given this life, I probably shouldn't toss it away. 3. It would hurt those who do know me. SEE. I LOOK OUT FOR YOU BETCHEZ.

It's more, I don't trust myself to make the right decisions in life, and I think I'm bound to do more harm than good. Choice is a scary thing. Huh. One little thing can spiral out of control and effect many people...

Anywho, bai-bai, loves! Reading an adorable Spamano family fic... except Romano is the father. Confused? READ THEN. READ: http://www.fanfiction.net/s/7711724/1/Midnight_Dancers

GAH. ANTONIO MAKES SUCH A CUTE BUBBA.

Seriously, ciao ciao!
Belle~<3