I’m about three days away from being myself again, about six days off of not knowing what’s going on in this house for good, about a week short of turning 18 and about an hour away from passing out under the covers and waking up to whatever Thursday is. And incase you’re wondering, I’m miles away from ever writing/talking/thinking like some lame ( Read more... )

I have a complaint with you, dear radio ( Read more... )

The doctor’s appointment was scheduled for this afternoon, so promptly, I arrived ready to discuss options to clear up my pimply face with Dr. Borg. The nurse lady told me to sit up on the table, which, by the way, has always been awkward to me just in the sense that when I’m being examined on a table, I feel like I’m deathly ill or something. ( Read more... )

Letting people down was never cool until my friends and I started doing it with style.


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Home again ( Read more... )

MEXICO.

What am I doing ( Read more... )

Fuck ( Read more... )

My mind is in about eight different places ( Read more... )

*POLL ( Read more... )