Why do I go back and look at this shit ( Read more... )

No one is perfect.

No one doesn't fuck up.

No one always knows what to say.

No one can say they'll never ever break your heart.

No one is completely and utterly loyal.

I'm desperately seeking no one.

This blog isn't aimed at anyone in particular, I'm speaking in generalities ( Read more... )

Nobody ever comments my fucking journal

Glad to see you made it to Boston, Sarah.

Sometimes I just get fed up with everything ( Read more... )

For the most part, I really don't like breakfast food.

Eggs, pancakes, shit like that... don't like it.

Why did I do that ( Read more... )

I may have spoken too soon.

I've chastised you for too long ( Read more... )