facts.

i hate april fools.
my dog won't stop barking.
it's getting dark at a rapid pace.
i'm alone.
i'm alone.
i'm alone.
i'm alone.
i'm alone.
i'm alone.
i'm alone.
i'm alone.
i'm alone.
i'm alone.
even the lone ranger had a sidekick.
i find my sidekicks annoying and ignore them when i need them most.
i have questions.
i don't have answers.
i'm annoying and make a mess of things up all too well.
i'm terribly masochistic. in the emotional sense.
i'm a wreck.
i'm not good enough and never was.
i hope someday i will be.
i'm not pretty enough and probably never will be.
i have incredibly high highs and frighteningly low lows.
i've screwed everything up.
i've screwed everything up.
i've screwed everything up.
i've screwed everything up.
i've screwed everything up.
i've screwed everything up.
i've screwed everything up.
i've screwed everything up.
i've screwed everything up.
i've screwed everything up.
i'm not fine.
i wish someone would notice.
i wish one someone in particular would notice.
he won't.
i should not have done what i did.
i wish i could find a spider in my bathroom and have that fix things.


















but, taylor, it wasn't that bad when we were together, was it?