im writing about connor because he wants to feel special.
im always tired. just so tired..
shut the fuck up or ill rip your fucking teeth out.
Dear Old Darling,
it has been over a year and a half since the day i fell in love with you. and it was only a month and half of precious time i had to show you that love. and the rest of the time, i held it all in and wallowed in self pity about love i could not express. every person i met, i compared them to you, and when i realized they werent you, i dropped them as fast as possible and kept searching for another...
i hate the cold, its misserable and depressing,
good thing i live in a house where my mom doesnt turn on the heat in north idaho.
fuck it. i cant do it anymroe.
got my nails done! :D