I'm making a hat. Yeah. And listening to suicide. Suicide is a band that has this song called Frankie Teardrop. It's almost as big of a deal as Hold on Magnolia except this one is about murder. Dear god this song is terrifying.
There's about a million things that I could speak about right now, from last night to today to some night ahead of now. About Jeffery falling asleep on me after he stuck his hand up my shirt (he was drunk). About everyone being back (everyone finally). About waking up twice to talk to Kyle and having him tell me one thing and then another and getting kind of angry. About not talking to hm since, and being worried. About this boy named Adam who is supposed to be coming over. About how Winston was here yesterday for all of that. About my dear friend Raven finding me on facebook.
About my hat.
About suicide.
There's so much I want to say about being a person, but so much I know shouldn't come out.
I want a cup of tea.
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Thoughts are more like blood then water. When theres to much it can clog up and stop the flow.
As for the tea, go to the russian tea room, i am.
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