...your mama
And again. I continue to make the same mistake over and over again. No matter how irresponsible, wrong or just down right stupid i know it to be, i do it because i like to. I throw myself into raging depressions which causes me to believe i'm bipolar. Seeing as i am also a hypochondriac i'm pretty sure that i am not, in fact, bipolar. I don't know if i wished things were any different. I can't even sleep right now. I just think and think and think some more. Watched the Corpse Bride. Felt immense pity and understanding for the poor thing. Maybe i'm waiting to be saved. Or maybe i'm waiting to be reprimanded. I remembered to call tiana. Go me. She spent the weekend in texas. I spent the weekend in bed. I don't think i've ever travelled such a distance for just a weekend. I'm thinking of the music from milo and otis and it makes me so sad. It's such a cute movie. My focus is off and i want to be in bed. Goldilocks was a bitch.