May 2012
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Part of another letter to myself.
Lots of people love me. It’s not that I ever forget that; I just forget why. When I get lost in somebody else, I forget about me. That’s not their fault, I’ve always been that way. I gather everything I’ve got and put it all towards them, forgetting to save some for myself. So, it’s no wonder why my stomach’s been hurting for...
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The fact that I am awake right now both confuses me and grosses me out.
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I’m photographing lots of beautiful women this weekend. I’m excited.
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Well that was rude.