Tuesday, June 21
is that me?
she sank into confusion. it's between an obligation or the unknown. the unknown scares her. just a few hours ago, she felt hope, the hope that perhaps something good, her fairytale will come true. but as the seconds ticked by, hope is being robbed from her. slowly, cruelly, brutally.
maybe it's because of her faulty phone, is she being over paranoid?
how does she speak the words? the thoughts hovering on the top of her head. she needs to ask, ask questions. but the words just wont come out.
too much is in her, too little said.
she reaches out in darkness, will my godmother come?
come.
went to school for reason i'm currently unsure of. thanks bryan. vodka keeps me gg, but it's finishing. (i dislike ppl questioning me abt my habits mockingly)
met char for lunch
went back home.
left at 6.
phone's screwed up. the FREAKING push to talk thing is hanging it. dammit.
pls call me instead. if not, call my house.
