Sitting alone in an empty house all day has really given me too much to think about honestly. I’m starting to think about old times, old friends, old love. It’s hard to really get it through my head that those things are only ever going to be memories. I won’t see those people again. And that thought makes me sick. I don’t know how to cope with losing them. And I’ve just lost even more people.

Just got called a skank by one of my good friends. For wearing a bikini top. In my own house.

Maybe one day I'll be what I've always dreamed.