Status:
i dig you.
Joined:
May 30, 2012
Last Seen:
9 years
Birthday:
March 20
user id:
304080
Location:
idunno, somewhere over the rainbow i supposee.
Gender:
F
Me: Refreshes Witty
Internet: Sorry, this server is down
Me: no
Me: refreshes
Me: refreshes
Me: refreshes
Me:
Me:
Me:
Witty: loads
Witty: *is completely different*
Me:
Me:
Me:
Me:
Obama:
A cookie:
the wind:
Spongebob:
A training bra:
A hollister model:
Me: I have no recollection of this place
I
have always wondered
if anyone notices me, when
I’m walking
or doing something.
I wonder if I make someone else’s heart skip a beat,
that someone who wants to talk to me
or if someone falls asleep at night
while thinking about me.
Someone who appreciates my existence.
Softly, he'll ask
me once more."Is it getting that bad
again?" Worry laced within his voice,
a worry that made my gut chrun in silent guilt; a guilt
that was threatening to consume me. Silently I shrugged,
not sure how to answer that. Because, that's what
he—no one—seems to get. It's not
getting that bad again, because it
nevergot better. It's not a
high and low thing, there are no more good and
bad days. There's bad days and
there are unbearable days. It's a
constant struggle just to keep going. But, "I'm
doing alright, I guess." is all that I
say.