again.

i got the morning sickness of remembering bad thoughts, and trying to pretend somethings not bothering the hell out of me. i got work in about 2 hours, i'm not really looking forward to it, but fuck it, moolah right?

i'm tired, just sitting, thinking. listening to paramore, trying to sing with my just woken up voice. did i ever say paramore, keeps me in the upkept mood that keeps me oh so happy, and keeps me postive.

i think i'm ready to move on... with everything sometime soon, because i can't be stuck in denial knowing theres hope for things... i don't know, even know what to say, or what to think. ugh. whatever. shh.

ps: i saw my bhfl yesterday, ever since the last time those words were spoken. thanks for you and joey visiting, it was nice seeing you again.

heres: photos from charles camera from ians. and these are my favorites.

-_- i deleted the photo they drew on me. whatever. haha

thanks for drawing on me assholes. and i have like 4 pictures from my sidekick and ill upload later.