Why is this not enough? What the fuck is wrong with me?
This day is for me. and i’m going to do what i was made for… i’m going to love and dance my ass off.
Thunderstorming in February Iowa? We are lucky motherfuckers.
Terrible dreams again of escaping from home only to find places are worse than home.
Maybe there’s a lesson to learn in that.
Going to go cuddle with my best friend.