franks dead.
February 24, 2004-8:35 pm
oh god, if only it was that easy. im fucking sick of this. who knew id only talk to you for 10 minutes when i got home?
whatever. im too upset to think. i want to go home, to my real home, to my light blue walls and pink carpets and my stickers and posters of puppies and my bed, my old pokey bed with my clown quilt, my window with the flowers growing right outside, with my cat standing outside meowing at me. i want to turn off my sesame street light and hug my Chester bear, and return to how i used to be.
damnit, now im crying.