January 2010
9 posts
I’m getting so sick of walking around with this hole in my chest. Everything just goes straight through it. Even the wind whistles around in there, lingers for that little bit too long. I bet it’s dark in there. Real dark. That kind of dark where you can’t see you hand in front of your face.
It’s like if a tree falls in the forest and no one is there to hear it, how do we...
I’m hitting that wall again where all I want to be is away from everyone and everything
But it seems when I go away all I think about is how much I miss things
How much I miss my kitty sleeping in my hallway
How much I miss my mum getting home from work
How much I miss my puppies
How much I miss tammys wake up calls
How much I miss my own playlists
How much I miss the smell of my...