December 2009
13 posts
"And the worst part is..."
-Going home drunk with the bunch of people I <3 but the worst part is realizing that our awesome party was over already:/
-Standing in front of my door looking for my keys but the worst part is I was screaming to go peepee real bad.
-Going home when everyone’s sleeping already. Worst part is I hate it when it’s too quiet, it feels like I’m always alone in the house.
*It...
"close your eyes"
somewhere-elsewhere:
just a random ridiculous rant:
Lately, it’s like there’s a strong wind storm blowing everything around, and the debris is whipping around me. The debris, being an unreasonable mother, a silent stepfather, hospitalized family members, papers, exams and the strangest dreams which I can never remember. And I can’t deal with the debris unless it falls to the ground except it’s...
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