i'm so sorry for everything, but this is what i have to do.

it's not right, but it's the only way i know how to get through all of this. it's the only decision i know i can live with.

please let me go through this alive.

i don't know what happened, but it probably took place between some time ago and right now.

i don't know how to do feisty anymore. it feels like everyday i have to resort to some hair-twirling-around-my finger and ask favors using a teeny tiny voice that a vagina might have if vaginas can speak. a damsel in distress wearing a trench coat and ( Read more... )