i really think i am fucked up. i cry over not getting good presents for christmas but i can’t cry at something that actually matters and is worth crying over.
my grandma has a bottle of wine that is open. gunna get drunk at my g-mas. damn, why am i so kewl?
i keep thinking any day now he will start talking to me and everything will go back to how they were a year ago. idiot
i’m tired. but i don’t want to go to sleep. i keep freaking myself out because i feel like somethings watching me.