O amor feriu sempre. Desde que eu era uma crianca. O amor de minha mae, meu pai, minha familia inteira. A dor física nunca ferir-me-a. Porque eu senti a dor que e mais ma. Amor.
Well, Today is the 15th. And you know what that means, Time to sit and go through boxes of old pictures. See if I can bring myself to, The brink of giving up, I never follow through, you tell me all the time.
The Debate to delete my LJ. Still not desided, my baby sister has a great point. But this shit is played out, and what's the purpose?
I hate it. I hate everything. I semi-resolved myself to stay sober tonight, and well with the collection of everything I'm not sure I can bring myself to doing that.
Feels that way at least, i know there are people who will listen, but I don't have anything to say. It's 3am, I won't call anyone anyways. They all have lives. I have to work at 10am.
After getting ready to leave, I think now that I won't.