I am tired. I am out-of-focus. I want to enjoy my paper (since it is typically the activity I love most about school), but with everything else going on, I can't focus on the paper that should be making me happy, so instead it's stressing me even more. I really want to break down and cry. I want to be held and savagely kissed. I want everything to ( Read more... )

113.5 lbs

I am screwed.

So sick. So tired. Hurting everywhere. And I really just want my boy.

New job at bakery = much goodness and happy ( Read more... )

It has been an utterly spectacular day.

I'm gonna go collapse now.