I worry about being forgotten.
That’s a valid fear, right?
I miss you.
The old you. The person you were before you turned into a whore.
I started a blog for my art (coloring).
For those interested, visit and follow hippiedippiedoesart.tumblr.com. It’d be very appreciated.
oh-woah: i really hate when people use me.
Two months in remission...
As of today.
I can't sleep.
But going through my blog from my first post all the way to my most current made me realize how much I’ve changed in under a year. It feels good to be happy again… And not having to worry about that happiness going anywhere this time.
Today while watching House in Human Anatomy, I...
I don’t think I can watch House anymore without wanting to cry, or at the very least relating to the hospitalized characters. The episode we were watching involved a Kindergarten teacher with tape worms. Towards the end of the episode, her students visited her and made her a big card that read, “We’re glad you’re not dead” or something along those lines. I started...