on the last day of summer, i dropped jonathan off around eleven. immediately stairway to heaven came on the radio. i'm not just saying it but i'm pretty sure that was it.. that was the end of my childhood and i decided to take the long way home.
i try to give myself goals and plans but they almost always fail. i've got plenty on my plate already and i am doing better with staying surprised. ( an eighth parter )
i know i didn't want you around in the end. i wonder where you are and if you've made it to the place where you can finally be proud of yourself for anything and forget what others have and haven't accomplished and love yourself half as much as i loved you.
i'm stressed out and lazy. i hate wearing pants. i have so much shit to get done before exams. i've been kind of mean and i don't know what i want. people are always over so i have to wear pants. my younger sister is here until monday and its not helping the situation. i don't remember when was the last time i got my period.