Who are you and why did you leave. left in the middle of the night, i heard the door close. Slammed shut, reverberating silence. Its not my fault things went the way they did, i cant help it if things became too cold. Everything was perfect... you cant say its my fault i hog the blankets.
That for one day, maybe forever, that you were someone else. I mean, not that being yourself isnt good. Its just that im really tired of all of the stuff ive had to deal with... and i almost wish i could have someone else's perspective/problems... just to have something different.
Its awesome! Its so much better here then in New York its not even funny. Starbucks asks for your name so they can put it on your cup... thats how cool it is here.
I think i may start using this again for real this time. <33
so life... getting a job (hopefully) getting my licence (hopefully) going out with Jessie... 1 year and 3 months breaking down due to AP's stressed and tired getting sick (possibly) family is falling apart want lots of money and drugs no one cares that much... the people who do are awesome though (not to many)