The resemblance.... it kills me.

So Montreal. This is unforgivable.
Idiot, when will you learn that it didn't, doesn't, will not mean anything?
Give it up. 

I think I've become accustomed to this lifestyle.. packing up all my belongings in a bag, and leaving everything behind every two days. In fact, I quite enjoy it. Not knowing where I'll be two days from now; never staying in the same bed for more than three nights; and none of the relationships last more than 48 hours. A brand new city, a fresh ( Read more... )

I can't believe this is the end. It's that season when everything falls apart again. 
Over and over I'm reminded of something that I've always known but never been able to face.
Torn between excitement and regret, I'm not sure how to feel. I wish things didn't have to be so difficult. Or complicated.

All these thoughts are so incoherently significant. 
I can't do this.

(So close, so underprepared)

Oh wow... how ridiculously appropriate.

So this is it, isn't it. As good as it gets. As low as I can sink.
Fanfuckingtastic.

Fucking shit.

It's kind of amazing learning about other people. A glimpse of a particular moment in their lives, an insight to what they are going through ( Read more... )

.. last class as an undergrad.
..........last final as an undergrad.

I guess this is all very significant, or something.