really justin bieber?

yeah, i would too, if i were a 16 year old, pubescent female who is fucking RETARDED.

justin bieber ran into a glass door.
like literally, ran into it.
no trying to actually, you know, open it or anything.

and apparently we don't use the word "german" in america?

cool j biebs.
cool.

over

currently listening to/obsessed with:

if you listen to it while reading this, it'll make me seem cooler.


well it happened.
two months and eight days ago.
sorry for lagging, blogspot.
whatever.

on april 2nd, my mother left this world for something much better.
which is what i want to believe.
it's just impossible to believe something that promises so much but then fails to come through with the promise.
but it gives me comfort knowing my mom believed it with all of her heart.

ever since, it's been weird in my house. not in a bad way at all. just,

oddly comforting.

like, the knowledge of her no longer having to suffer is a weight off the shoulders of my family and me.
don't get me wrong, we all miss her enormously.
there's a definite void.
but overall, we've definitely grown together.
i can't really explain, nor do i want to.
but if you see me anywhere, please don't ask if there's anything you can do to help.
just talk to me.

a good conversation's worth more than artificial sympathy.


on another note,
i've noticed that i'm starting to wake up earlier in the mornings, which is both a blessing and curse.
a curse, because i like to sleep.
but a blessing, because i feel like i get to watch the world wake up.

sitting outside watching the dark turn to light is just a calming experience.
no other way to really describe it.




and by the way, i don't even know why i post on this shit.

my guess is two people, if that, will read it.

oh well.

til next time.