I die, but only sometimes.

I thought maybe if I wrote this as if I were 30, remembering 16, it'd be much different.

It's all about distancing yourself to figure things out.

I really wanted you to come tonight.

Maybe I just wanted anyone to.

I am up to my neck in filth inside this poorly lit bedroom. I won't lie about it. It's all of the piles that distract me from working much on anything. I'd clean, but feel it would take so much more out of me than I am willing to expend on anything this Tuesday night.

I've spent the last three days trying to get these questions for the Scarlet ( Read more... )

IF ANYONE HAS FASHION MAGS THAT THEY AREN'T GOING TO USE ANYMORE GIVE THEM TO ME. I JUST HAD A GRAND IDEA.

Its two days later and I still haven't finished my Spanish project or my questions for Haas. I need help. Like, really.

All I can assume is that somewhere entangled inside your knotted snare of veins and tissue, I am saved for a later date.

I JUST DON'T KNOW WHAT TO DO WITH THE FUCKING THING. I'm not even happy with it...

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And I've been doing just fine ( Read more... )

You know, for what its worth, I've had an awesome past two days. I don't know why my mood changed so drastically from bad to good. I should care about alot, and I just...don't. I keep thinking about singing songs with Erick when he was driving and I felt better. I keep thinking about Dan coming over before Zach's party and sleeping on my bed ( Read more... )

ANYWAY, we take these to smile:


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I had a good day today. I could get used to that... that having a good day thing.