im sick as a dog right now.
writing an essay for mod. american history that is due in an hour.
and i want to throw up.
i keep having bad nightmares.
i cant move. i cant stop.
i am counting the hours until i see balloons and streamers, slutty outfits and plaid shirts (you know what im talking about andrea).
and my tummy is filled with vodka and chasers. i am counting the hours until the lights are killed and i cant remember anything that happened that night. i dont care how bad that sounds.
p.s. i am an awful person.
i am full of bad thoughts and insecurities.
13 years ago
1 comment:
what happened?
tell me when we go see cc.
maybe you can sleep over???? :)
and i think i want to do what i promised you now. i need to escape.
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