snow

fend for yourself fend for yourself...

i'm shy...not a snob, not stuck-up...i am shy...so fucking shy...i hate it...people meet me and they think i'm this horrible person...and i'm not...i am just used to being alone...standing alone...drinking alone...meh...love me

decorating my walls of my new temporary bedroom...i have no pictures just words...so draw me a picture and i will hang it up...or write me some words and i will print them out

the beautiful tree by the house...reminds me of beetlejuice...the roots could swallow me...thanks for the talk tegan

i need to talk more...i can figure it all out...i want this so bad

for a moment...right NOW...i miss the rain, jackpot records, my dog charlotte, my movies, a black and white picture of my brother at 3, being a hermit, faceless, anyonymous, nameless, dr.pepper and BBQ chips, the rope swing on my grandfather's cherry tree, fishing with my dad, campfires in the woods, koi in the pond, making xmas cookies, my tree fort (which was never completely finished), crying...being a child? or maybe just the lack of responsibility? no...i think that i just need to find that place...the sun hitting my face in the morning and smiling...laughing.