If I died, I would at least leave a letter to everyone so that I would get to say goodbye.

"Thank you for curing me of my ridiculous obsession with love!"

And then she fled from the kingdom forever!

"I'm so mad I could kiss you!"
"What was that last part?"
"Uh...piss glue. You know, 'I'm so mad, I could..piss glue.'"
"I've never heard that before."
"Well, it's a very common expression."

Yeah.

I really can't post anything without getting in trouble for it, somehow, by someone.
I should make this private. Or just stop writing altogether.

The thing I love gets me in the most trouble; writing.

Good.

I want to scream at you and tell you how to take care of me.
I want to be cuddled or nursed or loved or cradled or respected or anything like any of those things.
I want you to recognize that I am weak.
I want you to realize that what I say is not a lie, and what I don't say is what I need.

Fuck. I just don't know what to do.

"You" stands for anyone.
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I feel so sad.
I wish I could just feel better.

When I was having a bad day once, 
Dan put flowers in my locker for me to find in the morning.

I miss the simplicity of high school.

But I know in my heart that it is because I am not good enough.

I wish I could be unforgettable.
I wish I could be un-erasable.
I wish I could mean something.
I wish I was worth it.
I wish I...
I wish...
I...

I am nothing.

This is Waffles.
She is probably about five months old.
And I love her way too fucking much.
Best Christmas gift thanks to Devin Crofts.

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I could just kill you sometimes,
With how much you  confuse me.

I remind myself of an elephant when I trapse around the house at three in the morning. With everyone sleeping, every move I make seems to be so clattering. If I go to grab a phone or a  blanket, I seem to be shooting off cannons and screaming at the top of my lungs. I hate when it is this quiet, but at the same time, I love it ( Read more... )