You know those days when everything just seems wrong? Like everything hates you? When everyone youíve ever known and befriended simply has to be playing some elaborate joke on you?
Today is that day. I need ice cream.
Enough of my moping though; typing feels really strange every time your hand hits a tear drop. Itís cold.
This took a month. I hate her skirt.
Commentary isnít my strong suit right now. Sorry. (I should start a tally of how many times I apologize to you guys.)