"here's my heart, don't fuck it up.
i am the patron saint of bad ideas. everything that flows through my head is a horrible thing to do, but for some reason i never realize this until after-the-fact. i never know what i truly want. i'm horribly indecisive. when you ask me what i request i'll mutter my answer of "do what you want." and i always give in, even when what you want me to do is the last thing i want to do. eating disorders, relationships, jobs, i've had an assortment of each that i did not ask for or even want. but i'm not smart. i don't pull myself out of them. i float around life like the weightlessness you feel when you're halfw