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don't stop spinning.
whenever it doesn't work out, whenever i can tell he has little to no interest. that is when i decide that i could not be happy anywhere else.
and thus, i am here, in my brother's old bedroom at my parents' house. crying over weeks old bruises that should've gone away, over breath mints i should've thrown away, over pictures i probably shouldn't've been in at all. i don't know where i was supposed to be this summer, but thankfully i fucked around enough to be in a great place at a great time.
i have a new favourite name and number.
and jesus fuck, its september.
1:16 pm - September 02, 2010
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