GAH I'm such an idiot when i think of what i've said to you and how i put everything and i meant every word of it but i feel stupid for even saying it dont tell me you care. it's a lie
when i come here it's beautiful. the paints not pealing. the kids aren't crying. it's mine. and i have it. whole. no pieces left over. no rethinking a thing. i can sit here and write. i love it.
honestly i look at you and laugh your not as happy as you say you are your not as great as you think you are. you have nothing to give anyone for the simple fact that you are nothing. but at the same time.. i can't help but envy you i can't help but want what you use to have. is that wrong of me?