lonely hearts; shattered dreams. nothing but memories in yr mind.
Goddamn, my nose is so stuffed, I can't breathe, and it freaking sucks. I sound like someone's pinching my nose when I talk. I feel freaking tired. I just want to collapse somewhere, and pray that the world can't find me.
I talked to Glenn last night on the phone for like an hour. He's a fun phone companion. Sadly, I can't call him tonight, because Mike decided he wanted to buy a new phone, and now we can't use it until tomorrow so it can charge. Pft.
My friend Vanessa is having a sleepover this weekend. For her birthday. Yeh. That's my excuse. I'll be gone this weekend with sixty dollars in my pocket and a fresh pack of cigarettes to burn. I hope. If everything goes the way I want it to. Yeh.