I write no more but I still dream.

Nothing is the same in my life. Although my surroundings and my interests and endeavors are completely different, I still feel the same-indifferent, ha ha ( Read more... )

I woke up this morning & looked to my side, expecting to see Isabelle.
Then I remembered that she's already back in Washington.

For some reason, even though I'm gonna see her again in 2 weeks, I can't stop crying.
It happens every time.

Isabelle and I looked at the fireworks from my backyard tonight ( Read more... )

Happy birthday, Izzy! I love you more than anything in the world.
It'll always be us two, at the end of it all.
You are the most important person to me, and I can't say how much I fucking miss & love you because the extent of which I do is to an ineffable degree.


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( I've been going through an identity crisis for the past 8 months now. )

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"Underneath the blankets in ( Read more... )

I never write about what goes on in my life anymore. I miss delineating all the events and occurrences I experience every other day, but I wouldn't know where to start now from such a long neglection. I'm also in dire need for the reparation of my digital camera so I can begin to fucking document all that I partake in, just like I used to do ( Read more... )

( Just pictures...because I don't know enough about how I am to write about it. )