August 2010
5 posts
thanks for holding my hair back...
that was nice of you.
you’re face was too pretty for me to punch.
So here’s the deal this time around:
FUCK IT. fuck every fucking thing in my fucking fucked life. if you feel like using me like this, I’m gonna use you too. next time around…you’ll be doing the work.
counting down the hours….t-minus 48 hours till I crash and burn
Someone goddamnit SOMEONE convince me not to text him tonight…
29 days…
my runs to bliss park are getting more and more emotional each time. this time, I cried. sitting on that picnic table by the basketball court. I cried. listening to Angels On The Moon by Thriving Ivory. I need to stop running there. It makes me think of all the heartache
I’ve been through this summer, and it just brings back all that pain.
I just need to stop thinking. My minds polluted.