I'm short a co-worker and somehow, somewhere inside of me, i feel like i'm missing someone else.

can someone explain this to me?






I'm starting to move on...I can feel it. My poetry is getting better, and I'm not obsessing myself with what he thinks. I feel I'm improving; unlike my math grade. I'm ready for it to get cold outside, because the sooner that happens, the more likely I am to finde and fall in love with someone. It just suckes that school is during one of my least favorite times of the year.

It's to fucking cold out.

fuck.