I never blog anymore. I never listen to music. & right when my FAMILY and friends are supposed to be there for me, they all crumble like the stale crackers they are.
May 2013
1 post
April 2013
2 posts
I’m not dating you.
I dont wanna be in love.
I dont wanna be a grown up.
I dont wanna wake up.
March 2013
5 posts
What a humiliating disappointment.
Well, that escalated quickly.
Play
you done got sketchy as hell, playerpimp.
January 2013
18 posts
everything that everyone says ever
& if there were a mirror, I wonder if they’d notice their clouds are made of smog, their eyes are wide, but their visions long gone.
I wallow in their premeditated sickness, already swallowed by my own.
I wonder if they’d notice, I observe them amongst sobriety…alone.
I wish she actually did the artwork.
It’s 2:45 and I now make my morning coffee. I feel my mouth pulsating, throbbing in pain. Depression is “growing up”. Lacking dental insurance, is growing up. My floors feel sticky and my mop is, well, non existent. My boyfriend leaves for KY this week, and I wont be seeing him for two weeks. This is growing up.
