My name is Heather.
I'm 19 years old, live in a small town and hate every day of it.
My life is entertaining to say the least.
So sit back and watch a mess unfold.
"I'm gonna live my life and my dreams.
I'm gonna make my rules, my own scenes."
what do you do when,
You see a fly on its back. And it’s flopping around like it’s dying. But you hate flys?…
Should I kill it or let it flop?
Or just help it?
I don’t know what to do :(
