I booked my flight to Miami. I have no desire to go. Currently looking for refunds ( Read more... )

Downs: Lack of ice cream, too cold to smoke, being a Brooklyn slut and sleeping with people just so I don't have to take the train home late at night. Okay, maybe not people. Person ( Read more... )

Months of self-medicating is starting to catch up with me. I am emotionally over the events that lead me to do so, yet I don't know how to go back to normal. It's a strange pickle to be in ( Read more... )

Parsons stuff, work too much, another job, auditioning again, saving money for the December NY move ( Read more... )

hurts

Verdict: I have alot of things I need to figure out on my own. I guess it's a relief that things were a little weird. I need to focus on myself, and as much as it hurts to say, move on for now ( Read more... )

Red Topshop highwaisted shorts ala london ( Read more... )

Everything I could say about my situation seems redundant. I'm still in shock, and denial. And sedating myself to the point of complete disorientation. I'm at the point where I'm trying to want to want this. I don't even know what to do with myself.

I got back from NY 2 weeks ago and i'm miserable again. I can't seem to wrap my head around what my wreckless oblivious boyfriend did to me when he evaded any reassurance, and went back home to Brooklyn ( Read more... )

I told him I wanted to take a break. I don't though. I just couldn't think of any other way to show him he can't act so distant.

And now I'm so fucking nauseous I can't stand it.
I hate relationships.