remember this little place? come find me here.

it's a war baby.
this is. the blog right here.

vengeance isn't my pretty side but it's there.

sweetheart...i'm so tired. so exhausted of fighting. what a task i am. promise me this and i will promise you that. i never knew that you thought of me as a child.
dad.
he wrote me a note saying he will love me even after the world stops turning. i cried.
you don't write me notes.
or visit me a work.
or give any presents showing you thought of me.
do you think of me or just yourself?
and how come everything has to be an extravagant fairytale.
i never asked for a fairytale. i asked for a boyfriend.

i don't have any feelings for the camping trip. probably more fights. probably more drama. less fun. more.less.more.less.more.less.less.less.

and who am i to be friends with. she isn't good enough. she never was. you never like her. she is a bad influence.
who am i to judge? who are you?
doesn't matter. as you hang out with your friends, and my loneliness eats me away, none of my friends are here to comfort anyhow.

anyhow, i give up and give in.
i ask too much and am too little.
never enough. i'll never be enough.


i cut out a comic for you today. it was about Wii and i thought of you. thought it might brighten your day to know i was thinking about you.