socialcoma

i don't understand males... or maybe it's just him. i feel like he's getting too controlling, but it's not big things, it's the little things. ALWAYS the little things,..that accumulate into a big picture in which you not quite happy with the outcome. it's not a fabulous day. just a day.

eh, what's a life with out a few moments of depression? sheer blind bliss. god, i miss my bestfriend.