this journal will no longer be in use.

fuck you for using it against me.

and fuck me for trusting you.

i hope it was worth it.

ciao! -w-

its over.

all ye rejoice.

im home. canada's cold. i saw snow. falling. not on cedar. on cement. on grass. on trees. on roof tops. it was beautiful. i had timbits til my heart and my stomach were content. sour creme timbits. mm. i had toffee coffee. which was even better than french vanilla. or caramel machiatto. i should start a tim hortons franchise in new orleans ( Read more... )

1: Grab the book nearest to you, turn to page 18, find line 4. Write down what it says ( Read more... )

i feel weird right now. like i could cry...for some either undetermined reason..or some reason id rather not disclose....but not necessarily because im sad..or depressed. in all actuality, im not. im none of those things. and there it goes ( Read more... )

( its all about me. me. me. me. me. )

im in a rather dark mood at the moment. ill get to it later ( Read more... )

holy fucking sore/sunburnt/and completely fucking spent, batman ( Read more... )

i just finished story 1 of 2. huzzah. though, this saga could go on forever. -sc- so this really means nothing. but its always a nice feeling to complete something. now if i can just figure out where the hell to go with beau and benji. hmph. but its been a productive day, i suppose. work. home. i moved my bed and mopped my room. move everything ( Read more... )

Firsts ( Read more... )