dear it feels funny diary,
still quite unsure of what box i've put anything in, i need my crayons and cant find them. more specifically, the need for breaking my yellow crayons, which gives me comfort i can not and would not explain even if i had to. SHOUT OUT CUNTFACE. i wonder if there are words and phrases that cannot be uttered at your dinner table like mine... prolly not. packing up brings back so many memories, but i'm still ready to go.
still quite unsure of what box i've put anything in, i need my crayons and cant find them. more specifically, the need for breaking my yellow crayons, which gives me comfort i can not and would not explain even if i had to. SHOUT OUT CUNTFACE. i wonder if there are words and phrases that cannot be uttered at your dinner table like mine... prolly not. packing up brings back so many memories, but i'm still ready to go.
