Let's dance around campfires and sing at the top of our lungs.
I like coffee, tea, cigarettes and pretty flowers.
I'm unhealthy and I know it. I do things I know I shouldn't and for the most part I just don't care about a lot of things anymore. It's almost as if I've given up on everything, but I still have hope and sometimes you'll still see that specific spark in me. The one that tells you I am happy. And sometimes I am.
Tuesday, February 7, 2012
I talked to the regular from work that I think is attractive
His name is Drew.
Still makes me nervous. && I still feel really silly/stupid for this.
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