girl_lost

buh. sickness... conventional old wives' wisdom would attribute this to getting soaked to the bone walking home in the rain. damn not knowing which stop to get off at. i need to stop the yarn buying unless i can use scarves to pay rent? unlikely. it's odd how when the one you love is not present all of the small annoying things they do are forgotten. absence doesn't make the heart grow fonder, just forgetful. but i won't be holding grudges for messiness. it never ceases to amaze me how quickly a place can go from spotless to garbage heap.