It takes me everything I have not to run downstairs and set fire to my neighbor’s face.
Wish I could have brought up better answers to his bullshit. Too bad though, he doesn’t understand half of what I say. I’d suggest German For Foreigners, but for all I know that makes me racist.
The point is, I get a little angry when people yell at my windows. Like. I have a door. Use it. Talk to me. Come close so I can fuck you up :)
“I felt too much, he didn’t.”
Thank you. I appreciate you taking the time to write this :)
I don’t know. Obviously she’s going to be her own person. I believe girls often take after their fathers, so…
There’s a lot I could write about ‘morals’ or whatever I think I’d like to teach her someday, it’s just that it kind of feels too personal. Also tumblr can be quite judgmental and I don’t care for anyone else’s opinion.
I forgot to mention: Laura has 4 teeth now. Effin’ four. And she didn’t fuss or cry more than usual.
I wonder if anyone has memories of me; of things I said or did. I wonder if I was ever special to someone.
“You only missed my voice
when nobody else called you.”
Being independent and not in actual need of anyone is the most reassuring feeling ever.
It just being Laura and me was so scary at first but now it feels right.