while you're counting sheep i count my lucky stars
you were the last good thing i ever saw...

this feels really wrong.

fuck a waitlist.

i can't wait

i never had a problem with you.

according to weatherunderground.com, the rain should be going away. know what that means? emma can be happy.

pinche huerra:

te amo.

i just read "Long Days Journey Into Night" and it was really sad.

i'm drained. physically, mentally and emotionally. being sick fucking blows.

102.4 degrees.

i think i'm dying. i'm all cold and coughing and wanna throw up. i'm probably not really dying it just kinda feels like it right now ( Read more... )