ragdolly13

I turned 27 today. I spent it on the couch sick with my Theraflu buddy. I talked to my aunt and she reminded me that the first flowers she ever got me were Daisies when I was 3. I used to try to put them in my hair but it was too fine so I would take ribbon and tie them on my doll's waists instead. I was an awesome kid. Its 4 in the morning and I feel alone. Sometimes this city makes me feel like I am the most loved human alive and other times its hates me and wants me gone. I am not sure what to do on that front. I have not accomplished anything in my life. I have realized this. I am a path of destruction and burned bridges. Lovers left behind in the dust, friends I miss more than anything, and unrealized dreams. Maybe this will be the year my life makes sense. Maybe this will be the year that I figure out the grand scheme