Tell me that you love me, and it'll be okay
Today is a very lay-around type of day.
I'm sitting in my living room with a can of frosting, in my pajamas, watching America's Next Top Model, and waiting for inspiration to strike.
My laptop is with a teacher, cause it's getting fixed, so I'm on the family computer.
I started something though.
The only line i have is "It was 1:30 in the morning, and I was still awake, staring up at my ceiling."
Ugh. So my best friend (well, one of them) is back in the mental hospital. This is the fourth time that I know of so far. And she's been crying in there a lot, apparently. I just wish I could make it better.
I'm sitting in my living room with a can of frosting, in my pajamas, watching America's Next Top Model, and waiting for inspiration to strike.
My laptop is with a teacher, cause it's getting fixed, so I'm on the family computer.
I started something though.
The only line i have is "It was 1:30 in the morning, and I was still awake, staring up at my ceiling."
Ugh. So my best friend (well, one of them) is back in the mental hospital. This is the fourth time that I know of so far. And she's been crying in there a lot, apparently. I just wish I could make it better.