for you, the sufferer.
i don't know anything, to be h o n e s t.
i'm barely even beginning to appreciate the world around me. what good would it do for me to give advice?
nobody would l i s t e n.
i don't even understand why you're reading this right now.
i'm n o t h i n g but an unwanted mess who draws on her hands.
all i could ever say to you, is, well...
b r e a t h e. ;
do things that make you smile.
as cheesy as it may sound,
it kind-of-sort-of works.
learn to cater for your needs and other's.
but at the end of the day, who am i to give a d v i c e?