My name is Trent.
Join me as I plummet deeper and deeper into the darkest depths of hell.
I have love to give and no one to give it to.
Fill my void with your bittersweet and cry the tears of the morning.
I only want to be left alone, but I would like it if you were here with
P.S. Also if I know you, you probably should not follow me, you will probably develop an unnecesary amount of worry about my well-being. I'm fine.
P.P.S. I hope your day is better than mine was today (:
My mother doesn’t like tattoos. She says art belongs on a wall. Well I say no one, not even my mother gets to tell me I can’t be a masterpiece.