Hope guides me. It is what gets me through the day and especially the night. The hope that after you’re gone from my sight it will not be the last time I look upon you.
very much disappointed in my family, my friends, my cooking skills, my (lack of) love life.
seems like my job’s the only thing going right, and thank god for that, i just hope this means i’m not going to be some freaky workaholic like my father, that would be a nightmare
covered in bugbites AGAIN and definitely just sobbed on the way to the grocery store to fix my fuck-up for tomorrow’s family dinner.