puzzle pieces

sometimes i'm not sure if there's anyone on this earth that knows how truly sad and lonely i am.

i have everything i could have ever asked for... minus just one thing.
and i'm afraid i won't ever get that back.

catch 22

fucked if i do, fucked if i don't...

well, i guess this is growing up...

you fucking suck.

the fine art of falling apart

i don't know whether to be furious or just plain sad.

to do

- pay off visa bill
- SAVE MONEY! (at the very least, $1000 before christmas)
- get pictures developed and taken off computer
- new black flats
- picture albums/frames
- make dermatologist/doctor appointment
- get started on christmas shopping early
- help mom with rent or groceries
- keep on top of my phone bill/face products
- new winter coat
- save up for 2 year trip
- join LA fitness
- get 2872350982 pairs of jeans hemmed
- wicker baskets for movies

irony

it's funny...

i almost feel more fucked up now.

a lack of colour

the part of me that wants to hope, has been pushed so far deep inside me that it may never resurface when it comes to the thought of us having any sort of relationship.

but if nothing else... this was closure.

my favourite book

and that is why we'll always make it... ♥

the reminder

he took it all away.


i wish i could fix you.



so help me god...

liar, liar

if we're keeping score...