i am almost 26 years old. i am almost 30. i am almost 40. 50. 60. 70. 80. 90. 100. 1000000. dead and gone. i don't write poetry anymore. or if i do, i don't put it before anyone's eyes. i don't make mix tapes. i don't receive love letters. sometimes people stare at me like i have something on my face, but i don't. i kicked all the skeletons out of
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i really love burlesque, but there are definitely lots of factors that are making me not really care about it at the moment...
and i'm sorry to hear about the rough times/rollercoaster ride you've been going through (i keep up on the lj!!), but i'm glad to see you working through it. and i'm glad to hear you're seeing the therapist more. stay strong, girl!
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are you still reading this? yes.
don't you have something better to do? no.
go outside did that earlier--it's too hot out there.
judge me on my childish ideals. don't you know that judging you on your childish ideals is how you're judged to be so wonderful?
i always enjoy reading your longer entries like this.
i think i remember being 26 as kind of okay, maybe even good.
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