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I miss Jose times 389.
And it is making me very sad.
You know how in books or movies, people sometimes don't even realize they're crying until someone points it out? And how totally stupid and unrealistic it is?
Well, I was reading the other night and then I noticed water on the pages in my book and it was tears. And I was like "whaaa? why am I even crying?" I reread what I had just read and the main character, Josie, was reminiscing about her dead boyfriend. In detail, the way he made her feel, the way he touched her. And I guess I just started crying because that's all I do. Think about when he was here. Granted, Jose isn't dead, it was just the whole remembering part that got me crying, I guess.
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In other news, I've started jotting down things for my novel. I'm very excited, but also scared. Number one, I'm pretty sure I'll fail miserably and look stupid. Number two, In order to write it, I'll have to relive the past. And I am so not looking forward to that nonsense.
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Good night. I hope you sleep well. I hope the whole world sleeps well.






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oh dear rush rush hurry hurry
liars, liars, we're all liars!
you have this disappearing act nailed to the wall and i...i'm just so afraid of running into you at the grocery store...
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I can do whatever I want like you.
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I have a pocket sun boy
I\'m everything that burns in you...
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I can do whatever I want like you.
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{{{Quod me nutrit, me destruit}}}
I absolutely love your stuff.
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I can do whatever I want like you.
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we swayed out of the way, just a bit, to see it differently
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I can do whatever I want like you.
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