October 30, 2009
October 25, 2009
October 17, 2009
strike out the memories fierce...
i walked in through the front door. it smelled like she has been cooking dinner. but it was 3 o'clock in the morning, and she has been dead for a few years. And it was me that made dinner 9 hours earlier. I closed my eyes and wanted her to be there. but she wasnt. i am sad. without her. always.
Posted by Allie at 3:21 AM
October 16, 2009
i dont know what my problem is...
...but i was probably born with a scowl on my face. its not you, its me.
Posted by Allie at 3:55 PM
