Saturday, December 6, 2008
): // 10:00 PM
mom came to talk to me about dickson again.
and i cried again.
fuck.
i tried so hard to lock everything up...
but the moment she said something about him, i can't help but break down.
the empty feeling you feel when you give up on love...isn't something to look forward to.
i'm at home everyday with ): hanged onto my face.
but whtevr.
i need a dog. come on.
