"So, the other day I was holding this rose. And I got pricked by a thorn, and you know, it hurt like hell, but then I just forgot about it. I woke up the next day and it didn't bother me. Today I noticed the thorn again, and it started to hurt. I tried to get it out, but it just hurt more. Then I pushed on it, and it killed like a bitch. See, that' ( Read more... )

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Dear Mom,
Today I got picked last in gym class.

What was I thinking when I said it didn't hurt?

Conversations like that one come out of nowhere and leave me feeling like a trainwreck. I know now that she never even had a chance. She fought so hard for so long for nothing. She was terrified, and angry, and sad, and it's not fair it's not fair ( Read more... )

Thursday after class I drove down to DE, Sarah cut my hair. I was pleased. Friday morning I drove to DC, found Sam, we drove to Long Beach, stayed the night. I was nervous. Saturday we drove to Boston, stayed with Danny. I was sad. Sunday we drove to Montreal, stayed with Jimmy. I was happy. Monday night Sam took a bus to Toronto, tonight I drove ( Read more... )

Two weekends ago I drove down to Delaware and got to spend the day with a very rare combination of my best friends. It was just right. The next day I was home in Manhattan and was surprised by another group of friends from all over who I haven't seen since May. I felt completely full of love ( Read more... )

Ali: You know how as you get older things just get more and more real. I mean, you know at sixteen that you really care about your boyfriend or girlfriend but that obviously it won't go anywhere in the long run, and you'll look back at those feelings and go oh I was just kinda silly and young ( Read more... )

"It's hard to compare a city to a girl."

This is an entry I'm writing to waste a minute before work. It's not brooding or cryptic, for a change. Things are decent.