Day 104: I Hate to Admit It...

...but I'm a girl.
Words on a screen don't do much for me. Even the letters I'd get once a week meant more, knowing that he took the time to write them and mail them.
Maybe it's not so much that they're words on a screen that I'll never see again, or if it's the fact that we have the technological capabilities to talk on the phone, or to see each other over Skype...
...and we don't.
But do I say this?
No.
Because if he's alright with just Facebook chat, I guess I can be too...

Even though I'm not.

:(

Day 96: Conclusion of the night...

...I just need to buy sleep meds and slip them to myself at around 9 o'clock every night.
That way I can sleep for eight or nine hours and still talk to that Joseph McHenry kid for ten minutes.
And not kill myself by trying to get by on an hour of sleep.
Or sleep through my classes.
Blahhhhhhhhhhhhh.

Oh well. Who cares?
Not me.
*cue leg spasms*

Day 94: Not dead, just napping.

Twenty five days without a post. Geez. Told you I was horrible at this. Well. I don't feel like saying much because it is my naptime. But...for the record, I'm not dead.
Just floating.
Underneath the ink of my tattoo, I've tried to hide my scars from you.
Haha, I love Pink.
:)