Moonlight hit a grass hill with our drunken heads stumbling upon our last moments of us in touch. If i knew it was our last moment like that maybe the wind could've picked up on my thoughts and spread them out like falling leaves. Now it's awkward slurs of haves and have nots.

I guess since I haven't been writing so much in this I actually will. My brother is moving out.. again. I hate it so much..again. I'm so used to having him across the bathroom so I could just go in his room at any hour because his door is always open and my kitties are in there. We always end up physically abusing each other and laughing so hard. ( Read more... )

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