my madonna
boo. hey. yo. been forevs.
little drunk. but only a little. my fingers have gained some weight.
just here to say hi, sorry i've been so gone. it's been sad, i've missed you.
just remarking on how it is that people get honest when they're drunk. why is that? why the fuck is that?
i didn't think i was, and i can definitely still keep the worst of secrets still when i'm under the influence if i don't want to spill, but
but
why does that happen? i always want to gush when this. when this.
i think i just want to be known. i always want to be known. people always want to be known. know me. why can't you? why don't you?
why don't i?
poo poo poo. lame updates.
sad sad sad.
why update when sad?
drunk drunk drunk.
out right left, left, out.
i'm not sick. thanks for checking. it was nice meeting you. no it wasn't. stay in the middle lane, it'll take you all the way home.
home? fucking home.
steph's here this week. wish fucking nejla was. fuck.
my mom's weird. i think things, and i don't know what i think about them.
why is there a brick in my heart?
i just like to hang out with you guys.
said event.
they're talking about me aren't they.
idk if i can be a writer. i think i would suck and not be good enough, to me. the end about that.
but i really am going to be a librarian and i really am okay with that, i really like it i really love it and i can't wait i love books.
drunkkkk.
okay well i think i'm going to go. i just wanted to say a couple things i guess. i never update anymore and i think that's lame, but i hate getting yelled at for updating, for writing. fuck that. i wish people didn't say anything about things i write. maybe it's like, oh. this is a time where she wants attention, but it's not. fuck you. read it and take it to heart and leave it alone.
okay but. i want to write more.
okay but. more beer. try not to be sad. try to figure things out.
try to balance.
try to be okay. what is wrong with me? i am always wrong...
same thoughts. a lot.
i miss people but i don't know what to do. i don't know what to do.
help, thank you, i love you and miss you.
drunk.
maybe later.
i thought i had more to say, but i guess i have then memory of a goldfish. and no fucking typos. fuck you.
okay but i love you.
i do.
i don't know how to end.
little drunk. but only a little. my fingers have gained some weight.
just here to say hi, sorry i've been so gone. it's been sad, i've missed you.
just remarking on how it is that people get honest when they're drunk. why is that? why the fuck is that?
i didn't think i was, and i can definitely still keep the worst of secrets still when i'm under the influence if i don't want to spill, but
but
why does that happen? i always want to gush when this. when this.
i think i just want to be known. i always want to be known. people always want to be known. know me. why can't you? why don't you?
why don't i?
poo poo poo. lame updates.
sad sad sad.
why update when sad?
drunk drunk drunk.
out right left, left, out.
i'm not sick. thanks for checking. it was nice meeting you. no it wasn't. stay in the middle lane, it'll take you all the way home.
home? fucking home.
steph's here this week. wish fucking nejla was. fuck.
my mom's weird. i think things, and i don't know what i think about them.
why is there a brick in my heart?
i just like to hang out with you guys.
said event.
they're talking about me aren't they.
idk if i can be a writer. i think i would suck and not be good enough, to me. the end about that.
but i really am going to be a librarian and i really am okay with that, i really like it i really love it and i can't wait i love books.
drunkkkk.
okay well i think i'm going to go. i just wanted to say a couple things i guess. i never update anymore and i think that's lame, but i hate getting yelled at for updating, for writing. fuck that. i wish people didn't say anything about things i write. maybe it's like, oh. this is a time where she wants attention, but it's not. fuck you. read it and take it to heart and leave it alone.
okay but. i want to write more.
okay but. more beer. try not to be sad. try to figure things out.
try to balance.
try to be okay. what is wrong with me? i am always wrong...
same thoughts. a lot.
i miss people but i don't know what to do. i don't know what to do.
help, thank you, i love you and miss you.
drunk.
maybe later.
i thought i had more to say, but i guess i have then memory of a goldfish. and no fucking typos. fuck you.
okay but i love you.
i do.
i don't know how to end.