i can't update there.
i can't update here.
i can't breathe.

i can't believe that the first funeral i'm going to go to is going to be my dads.

okay here's the deal.
i got scared again...in this journal.
and im sorry i keep getting scared and i keep running away..but im reverting back to an old journal.
if you want to follow me...let me know. because i'd love for you to.
i just felt more comfortable there then i have here...or really in any other one.
god, im such a spaz.
<3 i love all of

i need help. from all of you. book suggestions. lots of them. and dont say tuesdays with morrie.
please.
.love.love.love.

if youre reading this its because i wanted you to. this is not really a NEW journal ((although i may fade into it eventually)). for now, this is just my hiding place.
xlovexlovexlovex