there's so many things i want to say right now but i can't formulate proper sentences because im so exhausted.
i'm not going to constantly baby you about all this garbage. you're moving and i've already told you how much of a bad idea i think that is. No one deserves to have loved ones pass, but it happens and people can figure out normal ways to deal with this stuff without becomming a shit show. (not everyone... but most normal functioning human beings..)
I'm trying really hard to be there for you but A) i can only do so much when you dont want to make yourself feel better and B) maybe i have a ton of my own stuff going on that i need to figure out.
Thats always been the way with me and you though, and i don't really know why i put myself through it.
maybe i'm just hyper sensitive today but i feel like theres a little rain cloud hanging out over top my head down pouring on anything that's good in my life... which isn't much.
there is so much stuff reeling through my mind but most of it can be traced back to my original question of "why".
i've been thinking about writing all of it down incase i forget anything important. but it really all just means the same thing.
xo
- julia claire
- Toronto, Ontario, Canada
- "Internet porn makes everything more reasonable -- once you've realized there is a massive subculture of upwardly mobile people who think it's erotic to see an Asian woman giving a hand job to a javelina, nothing else in the world seems crazy."
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