Oh wait, isn't it always?
I'll suck the life right out of you, baby.
Positive disintegration?
I'm so sick of being average or being second.
When is it going to stop being meaningless?
I'm glad Josh came back. I still miss Seth. And DeDe.
But mostly Seth.
And I'm so stubborn.
I hate it.
"What made you think that he couldn't find the door in the morning, when he found that bed so easily in the dark?"
Has a lot more meaning than it sounds like it does at first glance.
I don't deserve to be in a place like this all alone.
But life hands you shit sometimes.
Or nothing at all.
Too tired to say much.
I love you, I miss you, I'm thinking of you, I hope you're smiling or sleeping or both, get well soon, etc etc.
Xoxo.
