January 2012
December 2011
Spending my night painting and writing.
I couldn’t think of a better or more relaxing way to spend my night. (:
I love you.
I hate hearing you cry.
I'm sick of people toying with my emotions.
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Insomnia.
I’m not sure if it’s insomnia or the events of the last two days just playing over in my head. I’m not even angry anymore. I’m just exhausted to the point of surrender.This lingering feeling of having the inability to cope with all of this is starting to tear away at my mind and all I want to do is close my eyes. Sleep is impossible because of the dreams. The dreams are...
My blood is boiling.
Fuck you and your “fuck it I’m young” morals. This is beyond ridiculous.
