had time to stop and think.. how dangerous.
my aunt should have been a therapist.
you know when people know more about you than you even know..
thats her.
i miss something/someone/someplace.
not sure which. or maybe its all
me-what do i DO stephen?.. i dont ever do anything.. seriously
stephen-you.. get drunk... yeah thats about it.o and boss me around
i saw more gay couples this morning than i think ive ever seen. i LOVE atlanta.
no really i do. i was driving down monroe today and started to cry...about nothing in particular..well everything i guess. for all of the worn little houses and little girls, big streets, and crime and dirt and poverty and for how green the lawn was, and the people running on the side of the road, and how they might not be happy, they might not want to live, they might not love, they might be nothing more than a figment of my sick little imagination.
i have a very large expectation of resturaunts.
everything i thought happened actually did. kinda like in perks, my mind pushed it back. i finally talked about it and dont feel relieved at all. now its all i can think about. i want it to go away. i want to forget. i DONT WANT TO TALK. i hate that people are forcing me to relive things i dont even want to think about.
my mother bought austin a bird. i wont let this one go. i like this one. its name is elvis.
my father is fragile. he is the best actor i think ive ever met. but i AM his daughter. and i see right through it.
yucatan, cozumel, belize, the KEYS.
c.r.u.i.s.e.
cant wait
im bringing back a guy for my mother, a tall dark and handsome man. she will be very happy.
you know when people know more about you than you even know..
thats her.
i miss something/someone/someplace.
not sure which. or maybe its all
me-what do i DO stephen?.. i dont ever do anything.. seriously
stephen-you.. get drunk... yeah thats about it.o and boss me around
i saw more gay couples this morning than i think ive ever seen. i LOVE atlanta.
no really i do. i was driving down monroe today and started to cry...about nothing in particular..well everything i guess. for all of the worn little houses and little girls, big streets, and crime and dirt and poverty and for how green the lawn was, and the people running on the side of the road, and how they might not be happy, they might not want to live, they might not love, they might be nothing more than a figment of my sick little imagination.
i have a very large expectation of resturaunts.
everything i thought happened actually did. kinda like in perks, my mind pushed it back. i finally talked about it and dont feel relieved at all. now its all i can think about. i want it to go away. i want to forget. i DONT WANT TO TALK. i hate that people are forcing me to relive things i dont even want to think about.
my mother bought austin a bird. i wont let this one go. i like this one. its name is elvis.
my father is fragile. he is the best actor i think ive ever met. but i AM his daughter. and i see right through it.
yucatan, cozumel, belize, the KEYS.
c.r.u.i.s.e.
cant wait
im bringing back a guy for my mother, a tall dark and handsome man. she will be very happy.