bandaids

i keep having awful awful dreams, and some of them include my father returning and taking back our puppy. it makes me so sad, i wake up and i grab him to make sure he is so real

im sorry to be all depressing. but why?? why are the males in my life utterly hopless, why does it never work.

james doesnt want me, he wants to turn over a new leaf, without me. and i keep trying to say i dont love him anymore. and i dont know weather it is love. but the reality is.

i miss him .alot. and the dreams i keep having where he just turns up to hold my hand.

they must mean something??

i have nothing to write about that i want to write about. today was boring. acctaully. it wasnt boring. but i was in a massivley loud mood for no reason. i actually feel quite. empty.

i have so many things to do. so much homework. so many essays, so many sacs.

but i just,

would rather sit here

ill be finneeeeeee