Reading past entries has been hella funny, never realized I'd been so angsty throughout my high school career. Definitely still angsty but so much more self-contained.

Go watch puppy cam.

Well that's it, huh? High school's over. And once again I find myself ambivalent ( Read more... )

i've been cooped up in my house just listening to the everly brothers and avoiding studying for the IBs at all costs. damn good harmonies. so far, i've successfully procrastinated and haven't studied for anything in the week that approaches. that'll be a crying shame when i want to go see the dodos on wednesday as a biology paper 3 and french paper ( Read more... )

one thing i've come to realize this week (or more i've always known but don't always think about): i have painfully accurate memory. comes in handy for school i guess. not so handy in social situations. i remember in excruciating detail every awkward moment that i've ever experienced (or at least a lot). unfortunately, today's awkward moment has ( Read more... )

"They can romanticize us so, mirrors, and that is their secret: what a subtle torture it would be to destroy all the mirrors in the world: where then could we look for reassurance of our identities? I tell you, my dear, Narcissus was no egotist... he was merely another of us who, in our unshatterable isolation, recognized, on seeing his reflection ( Read more... )

high schoolers are hella stupid. keep it cutty y'all, keep it cutty.....

i've become so unmotivated it's terrible. today i've just spent my time sitting at home not doing any of my work even though i'm positive tomorrow i will be confronted by mr. ralston about the extended essay and i won't have anything, despite the fact that i should've gone to the library today. i'm not even doing any work for my art pieces that are ( Read more... )

i got you so i'm okay
it's a lovely garden and i wanna stay
nothing out there anyway

people come, people go
what they're thinkin' i won't ever know
doesn't matter i'm not in pain anyway

how lucky to be so unusually free
you and me under the apple tree

"i don't know you but i love you"
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"i know you but i don't love you"

:the story of my life.

sick of worrying about those kinds of things, sick of worrying about school kinds of things, sick of worry about parent kinds of things, just trying to savor the simple things and art. good things happen but i can only escape anxiety for so long.

i hate boys
school blows
i'm gonna die of liver failure

it's about time i stop making such laconic entries