I feel like we're competing. Don't compete with me.

  I am an absolute waste of youth.

 My life is changing, and nothing in this journal is really relevant anymore. It's time to let go.

 If I never went back to Quiksilver, and never came back to Plantation, it would be fine with me. 

 I've been angry with you for a long time. I try to remain friends and hang out with you, because.. oh, you're the only person I know and you happen to live five fucking minutes away in this foreign "city," but you're always too busy. You're "in the middle of something."

You don't come through with your promise to call. You randomly IM me when NO  ( Read more... )

Neither my parents or I want to take out all these loans just for my first two years. I'm coming home in May to finish my A.A... then I'll probably go to UCF.

Yeah, I won't live with my boyfriend anymore. I'm asked that a lot.

Maybe it's a good thing. Maybe we shouldn't be living together now. I don't know.

 Here's to the next four years. College, and a new president.

 I'm excited to go home/visit Katie and FGCU for Halloween and her birthday.

 I moved here thinking this would be fun.

But you're too cool to even pick up the phone.

 I like art. I like history.

Art history major? That's my project path so far.