slow start to the day.
i woke up with what i call a b.t.w.f
bulimic train wreck feeling.
pounding head, sandpaper throat, shakey muscles, broken soul
my mom, for reasons unknown, threw my pup in my bed.
sooo it was harder to get up with the warm body by me.
drug myself to school, the girl who i talk to in lit pulled up next to me and we walked in ( Read more... )