December 2009
2010 is going to be good.
I feel emotionally free and like whoever was squeezing my lungs just finally gave up and let go. Finally.
You're just making my insecurities grow, my dear.
It’s starting to make me sick how much this girl get’s under my skin. What’s even more upsetting is I don’t think she’s even actually trying to.
I have a sudden impulse to take some spring-y pictures. Sadly, it is christmas eve and there is evidence of snow on the ground.
Wouldn’t it be a beautiful coincidence if the person you are thinking about is thinking about you? I think so.
The only condolence is that none of us will make it out alive. Morbid? maybe.
It feels as if it is me against the world twenty-four/seven. Not in a harsh, fuck the system kind of way, but in a quaint manner where my mind clashes with everyone else’s.