even if it's just for a few days...
i smoked a clove today for the first time in quite a while. i don't know why i had the urge to, but on my lunch break, i went into the sunlight and smoked a clove.
i never tire of this song; never.
i keep losing weeks in my journal. this is the least i've written in years. but this time, there are no bad dreams, no intense stressful situations, nothing like before.
i am becoming myself.
"but i am a butterfly, and you wouldn't let me die. i am a butterfly."
my loves
Devious Comments
I would like to request to see your beautiful face sometime in the near future. I hope this is in some way possible. Contact me with any further questions.
Sincerest Regards
Elisabeth Christine Bedard
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-I don't want feel this pull as this city becomes home without you-
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i thought maybe you were coming up with new phrases for pot.. i was so confused.. still am.. but its usual for me.
honey, i will not touch pot. no. not at all.
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<3 check your messages
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-I don't want feel this pull as this city becomes home without you-
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