the limbo is over.
the wait is finished.
but i don't hate you, i just feel the need to write it down.
i hate you. you broke my heart. i really don't, but i really do.
i don't know what i'm gonna do this time.
i can't start running again because this time i have no motivation.
i know. i think this will help (at least i hope it does):
i'm going to do a make-up course, join a pole dancing fitness class, read the penguin classics, go to the beach, make a scrapbook, put your presents in storage, dance more, join an agency, write a story, buy a marc jacobs shirt, invest 50/50 into a dslr camera with my dad, eat some churros and listen to our old songs.
eventually (i am planning) that after a while, the songs will make me laugh not cry.
lucky my parents are taking me to Japan for my 16th birthday. I wonder if there'll be anyone at the airport to pick me up when i come home all alone.
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