Saturday, July 23, 2011

I'm a fat lump of lard. That's what I am. And I should just shoot myself.

Tuesday, July 19, 2011

I miss you, my little love bun. All bright and shiny and supportive.
You were all always the radiant light I needed to maintain sanity - burst of positivity and my regular dose of "S focus! Don't do that" or "You must do this" but the occasional "It's okay if you've done that"

With all our deconstructing conversations late into the night, owning up to guilty pleasures, the secrets (or just random bits of conversation) that I would never intimately discuss with anybody so meticulously. The analysis of everything under the sun.

I'm sorry. I know I musn't let my guard down. I just miss you too much today.