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Disintegration can make me cry like a baby. And for the wrong reasons.

Goodnight.

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All eternal things and you, how this frightened heart they soothe.
You and the seasons will pull me through.

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It's weird when we don't talk at night for more than two hours.


Since August, I've been feeling old. And it doesn't help when there's no presents under the Goddamn plant.

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Jesus. I was so caught up in my own little happy place. I feel terrible.

I forgot.

My imaginary friend will gone. He will live on his own little happy place.


It just sucks sometimes.

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You make me happy.

I feel happy. That's so strange.

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We are the true part-time lovers and full-time friends.

We're so full of love and secrets, it's too cute. We tell each other everything, but all we ever talk about is ourselves. And how much we mean to each other.

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two things you want to do before you die:

1. Go to outer space.

2. Finding that asshole so we can paint this fucking ugly beautiful earth.

Eeeeek. I can't wait.