14 December 2009 // MOAR PUPPY.
Currently. Before I close my eyes.
I’m crying again. I feel like I’m always crying all the time. I don’t even have a reason to be crying most of the time; I just am. I’m three, and I keep saying to myself, “It’s not fair.” Because it isn’t. Nothing is fair. Nothing is ever fair. Especially, it seems, everything in my life right now.
13 December 2009 // The snow melts fast.