I knew I would find love again. I didn’t, but someone had to have an idea. I must write a love poem for this man. I need an entire different language to express how much I love him because my English words mumble out of my so hesitantly and diffused I don’t know if he will ever understand how important he is to me.
Ehh one more.
More…
Friends car. A bad day for this to happen in the rain- getting all of her random stuff out into mine. All good, though.
I’m single now so I’m at least glad it’s Sunday so I can get a fucking drink under the guise of brunch and drink in the morning and ignore the pain in my chest that kept me from sleeping and today keeps me from breathing normally. I don’t know what’s going to happen but I just want to know, once again, how to feel better. This has been the worst month of my life.
I love this chic!
Lonely so?
- Someone talk to me.
Brave goat that came up to get fed thwarting the larger llamas at the Capron Zoo.
ON another note: PLEASE WORLD I should go to sleep now. Please, please let there be some good done while I am sleeping so I can rest in peace, even for an hour.
Why must I be in mourning over a 13 week old life for the rest of my life?
“I’ve learned that people will forget what you said, people will forget what you did, but people will never forget how you made them feel.” -Maya Angelou
