today is torture but i’m fighting my way through it. i’m face palming myself over and over again.
Philosophizing Over Spilt Milk.
Oh yea, funny too.
I smile at strangers
(and write back).
feel free;
seashellhell @ gmail [dot] com
aim/ichat: seashellhellooo
One of every flower (except duplicates) I walked past this morning, on my normal walk with Peg.
Welcome to San Diego. <3
Yesterday. Head in the clouds.
Yesterday.
Yesterday.
Spent a lot of time thinking yesterday.
Talked to my mom, she’s excited. Tells me, “everyone makes mistakes”.
She is truly the most forgiving, loving, accepting, kind-hearted woman I will ever know.
Sometimes I wonder where the fuck I came from.
THANK YOU to those who answered my question, via email or on here.
I need to work on becoming more of a forgiving person. I need to realize that maybe I will NEVER forget the past, but that it really does me no good to dwell on it.Forgiveness.
What is it really and how does one become more forgiving?I’ll tell you what, if I ever go to jail, I may ask to be sent to the Phillipines. The inmates in Cebu do nothing but dance. Hussle!
