I miss Mr. Big. {check the labels with his name to get caught up if you ned to. I'm way too high to link shit right now.}
I'm tired of being single. Nah, fuck that. Since this is confession time, let me word it as I feel it: I'M LONELY! :(
I realize the the way I'm dealing with my father's death is by worrying about my mother. It's like I don't ever really relax b/c I convince myself that she needs me. So I'm back and forth at her house all week. Yep, maybe it's that me saying I don't want her to be by herself is also me saying I don't want to be by myself..
I'm pretty high right now.
I'm also pretty high. As in I look pretty when I'm under the influence. Conceited? Yes. So?
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