I cry.
I cry for those many little things.
And when those many little things accumalate,
like yeast in water,
I start crying even more
And I panic
and become more paranoid
about everything.

I really hope that you would just stop and notice that I'm trying my best to become who I was.
But it's hard to remember those years ago. You could have told me earlier. I wouldnt be such a smug now. But it's my head. And I'm just trying to forget about everything.

Tommorow's the 8th. It's pretty sad that I might not be happy tomorrow. I really hope it goes well.

Bringing my just married sign tommorow. I'm pretty excited.

It kinda sucks that he is probably sleeping while I'm celebrating.

I am pretty delusional for getting 'married' to a person who doesnt know I exist.
But I love you Dougie. :D

It's been a great two years. I'm waiting for next year. :)

oxoxEricamonkayy