May 2012
April 2012
Its a bad night.
sigh. and I have nothing left in me to fight it off. Therefore, I will resign myself to the hurt.
Time for Grey’s Anatomy and Oreos.
Goodnight.
“I also hate people to ask cheerfully how you are when they know you’re feeling like hell and expect you to say “Fine.”
—Sylvia Plath (via txt143)