long time, no blog.

why? no money = no internet. no internet = suicidal thoughts.

only kidding.

but for real.

it sucks. 

ass. 

i love being back home. i’ve dived back into love. he makes my stomach turn flips. sometimes,

it’s like i never left.

but other times, i miss solitary.

i miss not being questioned on every exasperated look.

i miss not worrying if the bills will ever get paid and being able to do laundry indoors.

i miss having a legit reason to stay home every weekend.

i miss my friends. ugh. i move to a new place. meet friends. like it, but complain.

move back home. reunite with old friends… and i still complain.

double yew the fuck is wrong with me?

i think i’m afraid of happiness. too melodramatic? i’m a teenage girl. what else do you fucking

expect?

 Because he had no arms.