martes, febrero 4

i want to laugh. i want to cry. i want to dance, to sing. i want to scream in frustration and throw a brick at my computer screen. i want to go around and smile all day long, living in my little fantasy 1700s world. i want to curl up in my bed and sob out all my pain.

what the hell is wrong with me?

i think it's time to go and do homework.