"now the cities we live in could be distant stars...
i remember lying on my bathroom floor. it was dirty probably but i couldn’t get up and actually function because my heart had re-broken. and then at work and then on the way home. all i wanted was a chance to be your friend again, but you didn’t. you probably did it out of loyalty to her and thats okay. that asshole needs friends too. but i was still hurt and sad and upset. i...
my saturday night consists of ghost adventures with no brownies or milk. lame.
emilioreyna asked: Erika, I love you, and it's not a question.
dear diary post # who's counting?
i’m about to go put on clothes and fake smile for a while. whee. i should enjoy this more as i just got my braces off, but i just realized that maybe it was a waste of my mother’s money because i tend to scowl more than smile so my teeth aren’t exactly on display and i am convinced that braces are such a cosmetic waste of time sometimes but whatever makes your self esteem...
is it fall yet.
sometimes i think i’m completely ok with wanting to be me. and then i remember that my mother and father would rather i fake it than be myself. and i get so sad that i almost can’t get out of bed. i can’t wait till i get to corpus. i get free counseling on campus. holler.
Dying dying dying.