December 2009
So good.
“You’re a terrible best friend. You stole my toys when we were little. You poured lemonade on my bed.” “And now I’m eating your boyfriend. At least I’m consistent.”
Somedays, I hate everyone and everything.
Promises mean everything when you're little. And...
Hope my mom and I hope my dad will figure out why they get so mad. Hear them...
Life can show no mercy, it can tear your soul...
So glide away and so be healed, and promise not to promise anymore. And if you...
Postsecrets were good this week
Nice job, mom. Nice fucking job.
I'm so tired of being tired. Sure as night will...
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Bye bye, world. Or will our hopes still hold on?...
Again I state,
You are a beautiful man.
Someone to cling to me, stay with me right or wrong. Someone to sing to me some...
– Astrud Gilberto
The music, and the lights, and the ‘happiness’, and the ‘cheer’. The wrapping, and the shopping, and the bags, and the bows, and the boxes, and the trees, and the family, and the decorations. All of it. Leave me alone. Go home, deal with your own problems and stay out of mine. I’m not full of ‘glee’, so don’t bother talking to me.
FUCK Christmas.