So i feel like crap... so im indulging.
Her eyes were brown- except when she cried, they were red.
I'm drowning myself in the dark chocolate Peter bought me for Christmas- i love him so much. He's my favorite person that's almost as tall as me...
I wish i didnt have writer's block... I could maybe actually DESCEND into my haze of coffe and chocolate feuled, boy-induced depression that makes me such a good writer instead of floating on the surface, just skimming off what crap is floating around in my head.
I'm drowning myself in the dark chocolate Peter bought me for Christmas- i love him so much. He's my favorite person that's almost as tall as me...
I wish i didnt have writer's block... I could maybe actually DESCEND into my haze of coffe and chocolate feuled, boy-induced depression that makes me such a good writer instead of floating on the surface, just skimming off what crap is floating around in my head.