February 2011
On Valentine's Day:
What my friends will be doing:
What I’ll be doing:
January 2011
“I’m fighting private wars again”
Trying to be sexy while laughing
brittany-carel:
Expectation:
Reality:
I’m honestly at my breaking point. This house is a prison. Technically speaking, I have “good” parents. They feed me, clothe me, shelter me, nurture me, etc. But they are fucking suffocating me. I can’t stand being around my house anymore. MY own house. My “home”, if you will. I want to just cry. Crycrycry. But I can’t. Because besides my parents, my life...
