01.29.08

Hello Shit, please meet Fan. (Or I hope it's not that time yet.) So I gathered all my clothes from his place last night. I couldn't take it, just couldn't. I grow tired of attitudes, bickering and unkind words. I just wanted to get away.

(My mom misses me anyway. She's freaking out.)

I didn't know where I wanted to go or for how long, just out.

What

the

fuck

is

going

on?


I just want to be happy.

I just want to love him and be happy. And drink tea in the morning on Saturdays. Cook food and sit down together to eat it. Maybe have a kitteh.


Is that so hard?


It just might be.