10/6/08

I. Don't really want to talk right now. I know if I do, I'm going to start crying again, and I'm going to hate myself / want to disappear even more. Just know I'm an idiot and there's no way in all of hell am I going to Home coming this year. No matter how much you pay me. If I did, I think I just might die. Even more than I am right now. If you ask, you'll probably get my whole huge mess of me. And that's wonderful, isn't it. :[

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