for Stacia.
I told Stacia id start writing again. Its not Like I write well, but Im writing again none- the- less.
Im finally at a point where, even though Im So stressed out, Im happy. Its taken long enough, and I think I deserve to be happy. I really do. I know that people dont like me very much, but it just doesnt seem to matter any more. Ive finally found people who will say "Tori you look like shit"
"Youre being annoying."
"You're fuckin obnoxious."
But dont hate me for it. And those people who do hate me for it, are just gay. I dont care what they have to say. Im happy. Ive found people who are just like me. And its fuckin wonderful.
But Im so stressed lately. Joe's leaving for a four year term with the national gaurd after the summer. Front line.
And I dont want him to die. Im so worried he might. Fuck.
And the ghosts in my house think Its WIKED FUCKIN FUNNY to mess with us and take shit and move shit and make noises and its not. Its wiked annoying and its really starting to piss me off.
But yeah. Thats all for now folks.
Im finally at a point where, even though Im So stressed out, Im happy. Its taken long enough, and I think I deserve to be happy. I really do. I know that people dont like me very much, but it just doesnt seem to matter any more. Ive finally found people who will say "Tori you look like shit"
"Youre being annoying."
"You're fuckin obnoxious."
But dont hate me for it. And those people who do hate me for it, are just gay. I dont care what they have to say. Im happy. Ive found people who are just like me. And its fuckin wonderful.
But Im so stressed lately. Joe's leaving for a four year term with the national gaurd after the summer. Front line.
And I dont want him to die. Im so worried he might. Fuck.
And the ghosts in my house think Its WIKED FUCKIN FUNNY to mess with us and take shit and move shit and make noises and its not. Its wiked annoying and its really starting to piss me off.
But yeah. Thats all for now folks.