stop.

i wish my mother would stop giving me reasons to be angry at her to the point where just thinking about her stirs up hideous emotions that make my chest hurt.

she's a horrible person.


what happened to my mommy?


fuck.

comma, comma

i realize that i misuse commas. unlike some other abusers of the punctuation mark, i am not in denial. i am aware of the problem. i'm working on being a better person.




don't judge me.

41 degrees

the right music is needed to harmonize with the ripples of cool air coming in through the open window.


...right now...this is perfect: