i miss you guys. oh fuck. i miss my existence in indiana. so much. pittsburgh is nice, and it's new, and it's intense. but i don't feel at home here. eventhough i kinda grew up here. oh fuck. all i wanna do is get a tattoo from bill on 7th street, get fucked up at the brown and sing down the streets and say hello to strangers. i'm sad.

i find myself fantasizing a lot when i'm riding in a car. i watch the fields change into hills and the hills change into mini mountains and the mini mountains turn into corn stalks and it makes me feel free. then i can't stop thinking about living and working on a farm and how every day...i would probably wake up so happy ( Read more... )

intennnnnnnnnnnnnse weekend. 4 sher. uhhh...friday was unreal. everything i love and everyone i love all blends into eachother. it's wonderful. except, there are some days that are so distinctly different, and strange...and entirely new, that you barely can catch your conscious mind. i barely could this afternoon with a new friend ( Read more... )

there are beer cans and suitcases. i'm in a new place and i'd love to explore but i don't know where to go. maybe i should just start walking ( Read more... )

my old porch is gone. my house is no longer blue. i haven't written in here since november of last year. guess a lot has happened. guess i didn't even know what to say most of the time. whenever people would ask me how i was doing, or what i was thinking...it was hard to give them an honest answer...because, i really didn't know ( Read more... )

is that a fucking tick on my leg?

it's just me and the kitties and the fishies up right now ( Read more... )

well well well oh well ( Read more... )

there's far too much sometimes ( Read more... )

i don't know what to say.

mom always wants me to do experiments.

settle down emmy. just settle down.

i think i can.
i think i can.