A Cold Wind Will Blow Through Your Door

When I Hated Him (Don't Tell Me)

It's been forever, hasn't it? I don't know why I stopped writing, or I sort of do, but I don't feel like explaining. Ah, it's the story of my life.

I don't want to explain.

I'm not having the best of days. I'm worried, and I'm moody, and I'm lonely and I'm cold. It's cold outside, but not the right kind of cold, not the pretty kind of cold, just the annoying kind, the kind no one really care for. It doesn't even feel good to be indoors next to a warm fireplace; the outside is all stressed out and all over the place. So you feel stressed out and all over the place, and you just want the weather to settle down. You want to settle down too.

I want a giant turtle plushie. So big it could cover all me, I'm sure it could console me, even if just a little. I JUST WANT SOMEONE TO HOLD ME TIGHT! (is it really that much to ask?)

I've been planning this entry for like a month, and then when I finally sit down to write it I cannot think of a single thing to write.

How depressing.