mom. pleasee. please get better.

i cant be happy anymore. please help. pleasee.

I don't like him and that you still talk to him.

ive posted five million blogs about this and you still talk to him. i fucking hate it. he is the only person i really dont want you to talk to.

i dont like how much you to talk.

one night....

please dont be afraid to call me at night. some nights i wish to be woken up by the sound of my phone. and picking up hearing your voice. even just a hi and an iloveyou. i think that would make any of my days,

cell phones....

sometimes i wish they were never invented.