happy easter. or something

sometimes, somedays, i just give up on crying. crying changes nothing. hoping changes nothing.

of course, the minute those words leave my lips fingertips, i cry all over again.

i almost went to church with my parents this morning. but considering i was up almost every hour last night, sleeping on the most uncomforatbly hard mattress, i'm still exhausted. my hips are bruised, i think.

at least i got cinnamon french toast this morning.

i don't want to be here anymore. i want to go home and be alone. 100% alone.

you'd think i would have learned by now.

posted by: less-than3

spoke the truth!

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10:12 a.m.
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