I’m sitting on the boardwalk next to the ocean right now. I can’t sleep. I wish he was here with me.
Why is it that when I go on vacation, I can easily...
I hate having to pick out shirts. I wish I could just take my whole closet with me. D;
I guess my mouth has a hole in it?
Because I just spilled coffee all over myself.
Why oh why oh why
Do I have these grand dreams for the way I want my life to be? And yet I sit back every day and let my life play out the way it has been since day one. Why can’t I go out and make things happen?