Damn, this thing seems so foreign anymore. I hate this layout x's 35200598950. Part of the reason I don't get on as much. Someone help me with the layout problem.
Monday I was at the Bosak's from the night before with Molly. Came home around 2:30. Cleaned. Cleaned somemore. Bertha and Cort came to hang out with Julie.
I need to learn to let my guard down. To let my wall come down that I've built inside myself. Why can't I believe what people say anymore? I can't trust a thing said to me. Listening to emo, acustic music doesn't make things better. Why is now so hard? I can't figure out who I am.