; three. my not so saccharine life I'm so damn afraid about what's gonna happen
Which coincidentally also is the number of hours I've been doing housework non-stop. It does help keep your mind of stuff but once you start thinking of nothing, something always has to come in. Something, somebody, somehow, sometimes.. Someone, special, smiles, smart, shoulder, superteen, sweet, sunshine? Whatever.
I have way too much free time on my hands. I have nothing to do, nothing much, nothing meaningful, nothing to kill time.Nothing to keep my mind off you. Minor changes to blogs, updates of bloglinks and such.
Gothic - because my toes and slippers are black. Maybe it's more than just on the surface, maybe it's just me, maybe it's part of my life. Maybe it's what's caused me to bleed inside, shut myself from the world so very long ago. Maybe that's why I've always been running, to shun from reality. Maybe that's what makes me, me. Do I even know me anymore?