Moving
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I woke up to a text from my mom
*"Cubby, I need to see a picture of your face."*
So I sent her this:
I was slow getting out of bed, but managed to keep Chris...
4 weeks ago
wishing on the moon
this is what was holding up the bed...
the dresser looked like junk...
it was good enough to sleep in for a night but still, it was one of those rooms that made you think, " i could be killed in here tonight." i bet taking a black light to the room would have sent me into a complete and total melt down. some things are better left unknown for me.
waiting for the fireworks show, people started piling on top of us.
really, these people have no sense of what PERSONAL SPACE MEANS.
luckily i bought them edible sugar to make the invasion of PERSONAL SPACE a little easier to deal with.as for me...THE LASERS WERE STARTING TO FORM!
leave me a comment as to what you think is going through my mind at this moment
wishing on the moon