so i gathered up more of mr. wrong's stuff and put it in a pile in my room. it made me feel sick looking at it, so i took a blanket an threw that over it. out of sight, out of mind.
i don't have much to say today. maybe because i know that my future is bright, and you should too. obviously you guys broke up because one of you didn't feel like trying anymore. so fuck them for not wanting to try, or fuck them for making you break up with them. i felt free roaming around my empty apartment. i took a shower, went into my living room, and head banged my curls dry instead of using a blow dryer. it was LIBERATING!! i laughed because i knew i looked ridiculous and i felt so good.
so today, my only advice is this
put on funny, embarrassing music, and dance in your living room.
my suggestion?
or this
love, its a secret.
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