Favorite Thing

     I left God the day i was born and then i entered this shitty world. I was born to a women i hardly know and given a last name i dont even like. Who in the hell has my last name anyway? When you find out who, please let me know..not like it matters im sure they dont want to find me. I want to hide in a pile of free clothes, eat make up for breakfast,and bathe in cotton candy. Those things make me happy. When im done crying over my stupid "family tree" those are the thing i dream of. I wish i was someones favorite quote, i wish i was someones crush, someones favorite smell. 

                                           I wish things were different.

                    I left God the day i was born...and i'll never understand why.

                                        I wish i was someones favorite "thing".