December 2009
6 posts
time's running out.
I’m counting down the hours. Not even there specifically, but I’d like to get away. Even for a few hours. I want to break off, to be completely and utterly alone, because that’s been the overall of my past week. Just feigned.
I want to be in the snow, because it doesn’t matter how much of a bitch I am, or how much I’m getting hurt, or pissed off, or annoyed.
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for Douglas;
kittylitter:
Merry Christmas.
statistics.
The ratio of number of times a good friend has either a, made me cry, b, made me loathe myself, or c, both at once, compared to that of a complete stranger, or someone I have bad chemistry with, is worrisome.
i.
dear self, I hate to break it to you, but being a coward is not a legitimate career. so grow a pair.
you know you mean the world to me. I have listened...
