that was harder then when i said goodbye to lisa. fucking hell. i wish i wasn't this way. he means so much but i need to get better. i have to stop hurting myself & making him mad. fuck fuck fuck fuck.
one day i want to be sane enough to talk to one of my best friends without falling to pieces.
if you read this, if your eyes are passing over this right now, even if we don't speak often, please post a comment with a memory of you and me. it can be anything you want, either good or bad. come on, just do it. please. xx
i met a girl. she made me smile. and blush a little. i drank cocktails. i drank vodka & pineapple. i sat in a corner & thought. i danced. i came home & didn't feel like sleeping alone so i curled into a ball. i pretended you were there.
listening to phantom planet. reminded of summer. ebony & love. "california, here we come."