Well. I'm at home bored. Doing my laundry, and tired ( Read more... )

All I want to do is cry.

It's all I ever want to do.

I dont know what to do with this.
All I know.
Is that I dont want to feel like this anymore.

I regret ever coming here.

This is hell.

I want to come home.

I am so weird right now ( Read more... )

Most precious blood and modern life is war ( Read more... )

So tired ( Read more... )

Sometimes I think that this body is not mine.

That this life is not mine.

That there was some kind of confusion.

On the way down.
From heaven.

Sometimes I think really hard ( Read more... )

Well ( Read more... )

Home for thanksgiving.

Who thought I'd miss Louisiana so much.

Next weekend I get to see my beloved baton rouge.
And beloved friends.

And pretend it's the old days.
And that there are more old faces there.
Then there really are.

Happy Thanksgiving.