But I’m too tired to go looking for it.
1. I fucking loathe and despise Zooey Deschanel. I really do.
$50 for a fucking THEME for your page?
I was browsing through random facebook profiles, when I came across my friend Mary’s sister. Mary passed away my sophomore year of high school from a brain aneurysm. We had been in girl scouts together, sang Pocahontas songs on the playground, and she was one of the first real friends I ever had. She didn’t see me as the weird girl with the dead father who sat in the corner. She saw me as me.
I was looking through Cassie’s pictures, and the first few were of this really beautiful doll that she made, then it came to a picture of her, and my breath caught.
She is the spitting image of Mary. She has her eyes, her red hair, everything.
It made me miss her so much.
I don’t know why I’m telling you this. I needed a place to dump the word vomit.
And to those of you just waking up, good morning, my lovely followers. Sorry for the morbid wake-up, but these thoughts wouldn’t do well if they sat in my head.