cristabelle

been in and out of houses and towns, good moods bad moods, job interviews, and lately the flu. sending gooey mushy gross and gay text messages to my hunnie in texAss. missing him dosn't mean i'm falling into the bottle like all those other times. and i should be proud right? why is it we only pay attention when something bad happens? im seeing double, i must need more nyquil. running home to my parents again tomorrow--who knew those people would ever be a source of comfort?! shit sure does change while you aren't watching. these days nothing feels better than peace and for just a minute or two everyone is quiet and not quite so vocal about all of the hate.

i hope my pipes dont freeze tonight xxxxoox