I'll give it a try, though, just for y'all.
Lizzy and I went out and ate ice cream, talked about life and cried about stupid shit and real shit last night. Sometimes, a girl needs her chocolate. Ice cream is not chocolate, but it was perfect nonetheless.
To be real, I haven't been unhappy in a long time, and I'm grateful for that. I've had a few boy problems, a few arguments... but I feel better because of them. It's been a long time since I've cried because I don't want to have to live through this mess. I wish it would stay like that forever.
Look up :)