I wonder if you ever think about me.
But I will fucking kill people if Bob Kerrey doesn’t win. I really hope my work is gonna help him somehow. He’s a great guy with great views. Oh not to mention he’s a silver fox.
I miss the feeling of the brush in my hand. The way every stroke and color combine. I just am slightly losing myself in the lack of art I’ve been making.
Those three have been there every moment since I’ve met them. I’m scared shitless things are going to change. I’m sitting in my towel in the middle of my bathroom crying. I feel like I’d be nothing without them. No of them really understand how much they mean to me.
I started to thing about when I was dating Pat and he came made breakfast for my grandma with me. That was really so sweet.
Which is strange a lot of awful things have been happening and most of the time if some sort of stressed or depressed I am very inspired.
I just can’t handle this right now. Agghhhh
Just stop taking away my friends and everything else. I can not handle any of this shit fuck. You are a liar and just annoying as all get out.
I throw myself at you. I bend at your will. I listen to you bit h about stupid things. I went behind my mothers back to be with you. I gave up a lot. I’m the one who takes care of you during your bitch fits but yet I’m not good enough. You are an awful person. Honesty is just not for you. So I guess happiness isn’t either.