Nobody knows it but me

[undrappreciated]

It's cold out. I love the cold.

I can't make up my mind, yet again...

I don't know how I feel about you.

I don't know what else to do.

I've never had to do this before and I can't say I like it.

I hate being sad.

I love the fact that Anthony is home, I can talk to him about it now.

I wished upon a shooting start last night.......

....please make my wish come true.....