im sorry! frig, okay. considering i wasn't making bithday plans, im nervous as shit and i feel like puking, im scared. i dont get planned for, i make plans.
tomorrow i turn 19! i feel like 16, look like 22, act like 45.
srsly theres 100 things i want for my birthday, but i cant think of anything when someone asks me! but i figured out last night.. i need a moneen ticket & want a new purse. chea.
lets reject, take ourselves apart, open us up. lets disconnect. lets look inside, discover what we are really made of. lets set aside. lets find wander through our feelings, put back together. lets bind.