March 2011
February 2011
I will never love anyone more.
I always try to be so conscious and considerate of other people’s feelings, but no one can do that for me. I don’t understand.
It’s so simple and complicated the way you can crush me,
no matter how much this hurts- this is through.
I get as far as your door before I get caught.
I make up excuses just to touch you and I can’t stop, I can’t stop.
Feeling extra bitter about this rainy weather. Hair up. Braid. New grandma sweater from American Apparel. Favorite feather earrings. Now off to Panera, and working all night. Come buy something.
