MORE POSTSECRETS.
This is the one I am accepting to be closest to my life right now.:
This one takes second place, seeing as how I wouldn't have survived all this without my GRLS, Michelle, my dearest friends, and even a few people I have met only once by chance but still have impacted me. Haha, and I do spend a lot (of money and time) on those that matter.
This is third, because I am starting this next year.
Could be me if I let myself drink.
Only I'm becoming more in love with the idea of Chanukah, Halloween is my favorite time of the year, and I'm reconstructionalist (not orthodox).
'Tis true that some people pray to Santa like he is the man whose birthday people celebrate with gifts and commercialism.
I thought this was an amazing idea. I kind of feel like sending my high school journal, from when I was coming out and beginning to like people to someone I don't know and not leave my name.
I could relate to this, if it was last year (but it's not and I'm free from the obligations of love...for now).
Get over it, homophobes.
This is truly one of the sadest things that every happens, and it does so on a daily basis; unrequited love.
I feel like I should do it one year. Risky, but worth it maybe, because...
I want to sleep like this instead of pay for presents:
My father thinks similarly; $250 every Christmas and a lame-ass Christmas card doesn't equal love or make up for the beating we got.
What a derranged, sick bitch. Just keep your mouth shut, but encourage honesty. G-d I hate drama queens.
This one takes second place, seeing as how I wouldn't have survived all this without my GRLS, Michelle, my dearest friends, and even a few people I have met only once by chance but still have impacted me. Haha, and I do spend a lot (of money and time) on those that matter.
This is third, because I am starting this next year.
Could be me if I let myself drink.
Only I'm becoming more in love with the idea of Chanukah, Halloween is my favorite time of the year, and I'm reconstructionalist (not orthodox).
'Tis true that some people pray to Santa like he is the man whose birthday people celebrate with gifts and commercialism.
I thought this was an amazing idea. I kind of feel like sending my high school journal, from when I was coming out and beginning to like people to someone I don't know and not leave my name.
I could relate to this, if it was last year (but it's not and I'm free from the obligations of love...for now).
Get over it, homophobes.
This is truly one of the sadest things that every happens, and it does so on a daily basis; unrequited love.
I feel like I should do it one year. Risky, but worth it maybe, because...
I want to sleep like this instead of pay for presents:
My father thinks similarly; $250 every Christmas and a lame-ass Christmas card doesn't equal love or make up for the beating we got.
What a derranged, sick bitch. Just keep your mouth shut, but encourage honesty. G-d I hate drama queens.