January 2011
9 posts
Fuck You. Fuck You. Fuck You.
I hate snow.
Be Our Guest!
Some days you wake up
and everything falls perfectly into it’s little place. Other days you wake up and someone has shifted the structure. Everything continues to fall, but it doesn’t fit. It keeps piling up all askew and broken. The pieces stack and the edges jut. You have to climb over them. You have to push through and endure the mess and the jagged edges. On those days you bleed and you cry and you...
I am so close to crying it's not even funny.
I don’t know what to do.
Sometimes I just want to scream at you, so that...
