today, I thought I was a cat.

guesswhatilied.

success.
shower.
clean.
paint.
fuck.

so that's one part of my life, well experienced, but in need of an end. I'm content with the end, the very much needed end, but I'm also slightly sad, because... it wasn't like it meant nothing.. there just wasn't anything. so, friends. some things were not understood.

( it's a girl! )

it's 2.22
I'm on page 222
page 222 owns my soul.
but page 222 did not steal it.

*bats eyelashes*
so about that notebook...

WHAT'S YOUR DEFINITION OF WAR FOR KIDS? DOT-TO-DOT HIS MISSING LIMBS, MATCH THE FOOD WITH THE STARVING REFUGEE, PUT TOGETHER THE PUZZLE PIECES OF A MOTHER'S BROKEN HEART?

-PDKTF

I'm starting a notebook.
once I buy one.
or find one.
or someone buys one for me.
*bats eyelashes*

because of Amanda, my husband will have no say in the naming of my daughter. she's either going to be Elle, Rae, Haven, or Aura.

so...
*bats eyelashes*
about that notebook...

nice to be so expendable.

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