This fucking snow.

Yeah, never drinking again. NEVER.

I feel sad..

I love Tap.

Its suppose to storm tonight, I can't wait. Its my candy. Every time it Thunders its extra sugar on my lips. The breeze is so beautiful against my skin as it enters through my bedroom window...it makes me float.

yeah...

Lately, it would be a miracle if I got more than 6 hours of sleep. I don't know what is going on lately. I feel so scared, so alone. I don't want to be like this anymore. I try so hard sometimes. When I need help, the only person that is near me that I turn too, tells me that I need help. I'm so confused..

I hate bumpy roads.

I am fucking nothing, Fuck everything..thank you for letting me realize.

I'm to weak to cry.

My nose is cold.