I feel stifled in my house.

Gifts full of thought and love are so overwhelming to receive. There is love mixed with tears.

It can all be so fragile that one simple comment will change your mind. I think that id like to have a more regular perfect comment giver. Like a little buddy that would follow me arround and just when i needed to hear it out they'd blurt it.

I don't get why i feel the need to constantly judge myself. It's me for fuck sakes. I should be the one if anyone who lays off. The rest of the world is the one constantly judging. But people are so beautiful and people are soo interesting and smart or funny or witty or endearing. I want to be all of it. And when I'm not all of it i judge. Stupid ( Read more... )

It's not like it really matters.

Eugene Mirman is in a comercial for Q10somthing radio station. I almost peed a little when i saw it.

I'm homesick

9am-8:45pm then tomorrow 8am-4pm

Now i remember why school was so crazy intense last year.

what's your favorite city and why???

My mouth has been in pain since the 1st. There seem to be continuing events that prevent me from fooling around. My body has a way of protecting my heart. Today as i was using the cross walk someone yelled "you're a slut" i was hurt for a minute and then laughed uncontrollably. I have a messed up sense of humor. I thought about me if i was hung ( Read more... )