i've been trying to write. sitting here for a half hour staring at a blank screen. i feel like i have something to say. but i'm not sure what it is.
my brain just might be fried.

i'm making a scarf and i have nobody to give it to. i wish i was in love for christmas. maybe i will save it for when i find the one. or maybe i will give it to a homeless person.

my parents found out that my bike got stolen. egh. it's ok though. it's a weight off my shoulders.