For when she thought of summer rain
Calling for her mind again
She lost the pain
And stayed for more.

on the 18th day of may 2005 jaan pilot died. it was the scariest saddest thing ever. i ran bawling down the middle of my street, and then screamed more. my mother and i had a burial for him in the woods near my house, me being hysterical. i cried so much ( Read more... )

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yesterday when we picked Carson up at school at riverwatch she had found a baby bird in the road. he was in a box and named ( jaan pilot )

sometimes i feel like a real person, and that's when i know my lies have definitly gone too far.
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"we laughed so much, then we cried all night
and you left your shoes in the tree, with me
i'll wear them to your house, tonight"

( part of my mother's day present for my mother )

( ugly drawing party with my 10 year old sister and her paint markers )

( this doesn't even feel like today and so maybe (subconciously) it does. )

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Oh my god i hate you. i hate you. i hate you. i hate you. i hate you. and i could go on forever and ever because oh my god i hate you so much, but then i would have to stop. because i hate you, and because i don't hate you, more than anything; i hate you and i do not hate you. i miss everything, and i feel everything and nothing, mostly at once. ( Read more... )