second to SECOND..
a journal of my everyday, whether or not i make it, my moods, the pages in my book. iPhone stay in my palm, blogging about the minutes and tick tock each hand.
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thee first time he came to my rescue, i feel kinda like that day, i literally want to, did, am laying on this floor in the fetal position, not crying not throwing up, just NOT FEELING GOOD AT ALL. i wish someone came to my rescue, or at least tell me i’ll be fine, give me medicine and hugg me tight. someone, anyone? no, its just me, ok. goodnight. 😭
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i feel not myself right now, in pain, empty and sad inside. lagging is my passion at the moment, i wanna lay on the floor curled up until a better outlook of the day is showing. i feel so incomplete, partially dead if you ask me. 😔😔😔b.
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first thing imma let Dominic finish his nap, better yet imma join him. then next is
-laundry.
i got a busted foot tryna make some money so i can do laundry, stupid stupid stupid, it hurts a lot i can barely walk, but i gotta do it, i have nothing to wear tomorrow, and imma hopefully get everything done. so yeah thats all i need to get done todaay, actually thinking about other tasks, thats the main task i gotta get done, :(( please foot stop throbbing, imma wake up and do laundry. hope this wrap works and elevating it, it hurts so bad not gonna lie :( ok. -
-shit i like.
-J’s i want but cannot afford or Dominic has.
-shows i love watching, and the scenes fromthe BEST EPISODES!
-sayings that are relevant to me.
-cartoons i like watching
-rainbows.
-girls with nipple piercings and dermals.
-awesome tattoos
-super duper cute kids.
-sexy ass guys; Paul Walker, Channing Tatum..
-cute couples
-stuff i eat and drink
-things that make me smile, laugh, aww at.
