without speaking above a barely audible whisper.

i saw a picture today, from sunday.

pictures lie, right?

I think tomorrow is my first night in my place....

if i get my bed there.

sometimes i just write the things that pop into my head, just so that if i'm ever bored i can expand on them at a later date.

i need a bottle of wine.

one minute i'm convinced i'm going to be okay. and sometimes, walking out of the front door scares me to my knees.

ITSCOLD.

(did i mention i don't know if my apartment has any sort of heat? if you don't hear from me for awhile, assume i've frozen and come thaw me out. plz.)