That Wall...
I hit it. The one where you’re not sure for some odd reason if you’re loved anymore. A simple case of paranoia I know. But I can’t shake it now.
December 2011
133 posts
My cat likes to stare out the window at the birds. Poor thing is forever trapped in the house. I suppose I feel the same way sometimes.
I'm not perfect. But neither are you. Do you see me chastising you, making you feel horrible about yourself, and turning people against you over one misunderstanding? No? Cool. Immature much?
Reblog this if sex sounds really good right now.
Excellent Christmas. Wondering if I dreamt it all.
