my name is tiana.
the sound of swingsets scares me.
i like the sound of crunching leaves in the fall.
i listen to things a lot.
i find happiness out of the smallest things.
im afraid of things in the dark.
the sound of laughter makes me smile.
i like listening to thunderstorms.
i have the song for my funeral picked out.
sweet berry wine-cities never sleep.
i like the sound of walking in the snow when theres nothing else around.
id like to die living in new york city.
not for the things there, but for the lights.
lights fascinate me.
i care too much about things youd never know about.
i think about a lot more than i should.
i fear death. i fear needles. i fear heights. i fear getting hurt. i fear frogs and birds. i fear anger. i fear truth.
my favorite color is hot pink.
i need help. more than anyone can give me.
im sensitive, but i put up a wall so people cant see that.
no one really knows how i am.
i hate myself.
and thats something you never took the time to figure out.