January 2011
Girls are already all over Collin’s nuts.
Sick.
I want my life back.
Why can’t everything just go back to normal?
Make it go away.
I want to cry so hard that I make the oceans feel pain
I know one day it will be ok. Maybe not tomorrow, probably not for a few years, but one day. A spotless mind is not the answer, but this eternal sun is burning my eyes.