| secretly falling apart. |
i feel broken and down. my legs feel heavy. i think it's the end of the line. but just because my heart has died, doesn't mean my body will follow suit- i think it stays alive just to torture me.
i update livejournal more these days because it's private ha-ha and it's my own space. this is like a message board for my woes. i'm too tired to type and i have to walk the mile.5 home. fucking cold. fucking freezing. 2 essays to write. wonder if it'll happen - you never know... i guess... i have an insane desire to buy folders from tesco. okay, if i do it, will you be happy? YES! okay, i will then, stop harping on about it! OK! YEY! right. also. need to print out pictures of claire danes to stick on the inside of the folder. i'm in love with her. (*g* she's lovely.) mwah, mwah. |
