I'm Savannah. 18 years old trying to find my way out of this shithole people call Ocala. My true friends I can count on one hand but they mean more than breathing to me. I'm too into music in all forms. Great books, Great music, Great sex and great conversation are some of life's finer things. I'm open to just about anything. I'd rather be curious than judgmental. Wish I could say that I was witty and original but let's be honest this is the internet.
I’m sorry you think I’m boring
And that my hair is too frizzy
I’m sorry that I still text you sometimes
And wait for a reply
I’m sorry I’m still in your life
And you see me on occasion
I’m sorry I am not dead
But trust me I’m working on it
Listen to me, you can’t fix people. Your love won’t make him stop hating his father and your devotion won’t cure her of her childhood. All you can do is be there, violets sprouting out from your ribs, acceptance on your lips, your own wounds still bleeding and all you can do is be there and sometimes that’s enough, sometimes that’s everything.