The sudden urge to vomit is all over me. What oh what is becoming of me? I want only happiness for everyone around me. Including myself. But what happens when you reach a point where its dog eats dog? And then you look back and say "Fuck my life." What the hell do you do? Please tell me. Its not as simple as it seems. Nothing is as simple as it seems. I know what I need to do but I'm so goddamn immature I cannot do a thing about it.
-Lynn's future play. It may or may not contain chronicles for the oh so sweet life of a tired girl.
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