i don't even know what i'm doing.

i remember this one year, i think i was five years old. and there was this kindergarden mother's day lunch that my class was putting together. we made peanut butter and jelly sandwiches or something, and we colored pictures with this poem on it;
Our mother is the sweetest and ( Read more... )

i love the cowdell family. end of story.

the signs are gone. g-o-n-e. there's not one thing that i've seen lately that is telling me to stay. even the radio is giving me songs on "letting go."

but i don't want to. i don't. i don't think.

today was good. so good. better than i could have even imagined. i had a lot of fun, even though it was so muggy out. it really was absolutely wonderful. and then i had to go and fuck it up and be a stupid fucking idiot and now i'm sad and i feel like i'm going to burst into tears any moment now and i don't even know why because everything is ( Read more... )

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my grandparents went back to florida. it could quite possibly have been the last time i saw my grandmother. i watched them in the car all the way down the road until i couldn't see it anymore and i cried like i used to when i was a little girl. she's too weak and too thin. she gets dizzy a lot. she's bald. she's beautiful. i love her. i miss her. i ( Read more... )

i'm convinced life is out to get me.

friends only.