Pudin' finger

About me:

Infinitely melancholy. My mind travels everywhere yet I remain terminally still. I live the blue collar American dream/nightmare. I take too much for granted and no Sundance film festival award winning movie will help me change my mind. Dr. Phil, Oprah, and the people in my life can’t help me. I don’t want to brace for tragedy. I pray it hits me unexpectedly, pummeling me like an apocalypse so i can survive to see that I’ve always been blessed. I want to be doused with acid so i can see that I’ve always been beautiful, on the inside.