Depressing how my 100th post was abotu suicide.
Well. Life goes on.
Dans texting me.
He wants me to help him relax in exchange for a ride.
I know what that means.
I've played these games before.
Money, for a little relaxing.
I was 16 the last time I danced with this devil.
It made me feel horrible. Awful.
Dirty. Filthy. Yucky.
But. Desperate times call for desperate measures. My grandma told me to call my mom for a ride. But I know she won't talk to me.
I got a teddy bear from a girl at work. I like it.
It made me happy.
One moment at a time. One second at a time.
If I can get at least half the seconds in my day to be happy seconds. Then we're getting somewhere. right?
Hi new follower, happy to see you :D
Sprry you had to come in on such a depressing week.
It will get better, I'm not always like this.
Wednesday I'm seeing about this lease.
Hopefully.
Hopefully.
Hopefully.
I need alot of hope.
But I have about none.
1 comment:
As girl keep ur hopes up. If I could be ur roommate I would! Pray about it u never know what can happen when u pray. I love u!
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