all we do is talk about guys and eat deviled eggs,and potato salad.

i refused to dye eggs alone tonight, i boiled them though.

i like country kitchens.

i miss my brother too much.

i have me.

pour a little salt and we would never leave.

but who is going to be there to love you.

im so stuck, and what im not stuck in i cant get out of.

were such fools.

I'm not expecting to grow flowers in the desert
But I can live and breathe and see the sun in wintertime

i'd rather be in labor, than be looking for my fabric shears any longer, actually i'd rather been in labor than pretty much anything.

do you make a list of it is saturdays
now i clean the bathroom.
its thursday night and i need to mop the floors.
or its just do that shit everyday.
whats it like?
whats it like to have a buget, on my own buget with
no body to fall back on.
no roomate no parents no boyfriend.
just me and the gas stove two kittes, yeah that right
no
microwave.

drizzle little drizzle.waking up
this has been the hardest week ever, and not after a week what am i supposed to do, swallow
all the everything, just forget.i hate in the middle of the night tears, really its seven am.
couldnt shake all the people needed to go where its safe,
he isnt worried.
he said he can make it alone.

but what about
me.

i never thought with would be like this.

missing the shit out of you

tears in heaven

sometimes growing up, means giving up.