dear like melting cheese diary,
when my heart is aching- my fingers are numb and the words slow in my brain. i want to post like i always post- but my eyes are big and sore and puffy. i know that is no excuse and i shouldn't let my troubles impact my thought patterns and let them become irregular, yet somehow they have. my worries have taken over my silly, everyday, natural whore thoughts- and it makes me wonder at times- WILL I EVER EVEN BE THE SAME WHORE AGAIN? i wont. there even ain't no kinda sense in discussing it. i've already changed. i cry now. i actually want to die now. my protector is going to leave me soon.