it's been a week and a half. i'm much better during the day but i wake up in the middle of the night nauseous and thinking about how much i miss him. i just want a whole night of sleep.

every time i lay down and close my eyes, all i see is that scene where i was last with him. i see it over and over and over and think of what i would have done differently ( Read more... )

if anything, this has taught me so much to never take another minute, another second for granted. fuck what everyone else says. i should have kissed him in the instrument room, i should have gone with him every time he asked me to come over ( Read more... )

i'm just about to submit my application to marlboro ( Read more... )

i haven't posted here in forever, i've been unbearably busy ( Read more... )

i don't know how much longer i can do all of this.
i just want to sit down and cry. too bad i don't have the time to.

also, someone got into my bank account and stole every cent i had.

fuck yeast infections.

also, who wrote tits in my truth box!?

in my family where everything is salted, doused in butter, salted again and followed up with a giant bowl of full-fat ice cream and some bottled water, where did i stray? seriously, i have no idea but i have to bite my tounge every time i sit down to eat or i'd reveal the secret to why my brother is obese.

lately i haven't been going to the gym in the morning ( Read more... )

i need to fix my sleeping patterns.
i go to bed around 12 or 1 every night and then end up sleeping as late as possible and freaking out, rushing to work.
what's wrong with me these days?