wow. what craziness, huh?
that everyone is getting along, finally, after the past 6 months of grief.
i've been writing loads of stories, chapters to books, just little things that vomit from my fingertips.

woke up this morning with dreadful cramps.
and a craving for schnapps and lucky charms.
nothing 4 advils can't cure.
decided to dye my hair--nothing to obscene until school's ended, so no worries.
have you noticed the majority of the gay population happens to be exceptionally gorgeous?
and that the concept of being bisexual has become a trend amongst attention-seeking young girls who can have nothing but the love of their own?

it makes me absolutely sick.

or do they even understand the difference between love and lust? are they just lusting after something to say they have something to love.






or perhaps the person doing the loving has taken a dramatic shift of control over them, screwing with their emotional inhibitions so that when left to fend for themselves they are nothing but the victims of themselves?
i guess we'll never know.
so it would make terrible sense to latch on to the nearest source of kindness.
and that. that is love.