fuck school. i wanna die.

i wish i associated myself with fewer losers. the only people in new york who don't seem to suck are the two people i live with and two girls who are leaving ( Read more... )

when i die, i'll be really happy.

before he stopped talking to me, my friend made me realise that i hate him ( Read more... )

i will never have adventures.

i'll only ever be in an attic in New Jersey waiting for them to have me.

I would write.
but i can't do that anymore.

the writing center stole my skills.

i'm only a shell these days.

I feel as though it was a million years ago that a house felt this uninviting ( Read more... )

Why is Boys for Pele the soundtrack to my week thus far?

So, seriously, when did everything thing become ridiculous ( Read more... )

"Hey Liz, how was your weekend?"

"oh, it was fine. just the usual: met hanson in boston, shook taylor's hand...all that."

yup.