I don't know who to blame.

i can't remember the book i was reading that said "i'm just really... sad."

all of us - every single one of us - all of us are going to be okay ( Read more... )

so there is this eastern towee (hope everyone remembers bird biology) that has been smashing itself against our front window for about six days now. i feel bad that it has such an ongoing rivalry with its reflection, but i also kind of wish it would give itself enough of a concussion to forget to come back.

this week is potentially much better than the last, even though in a sense i feel worse.

it's really interesting how when mr willard gets too annoyed he tells everyone to leave. but i don't mind. i got out of school ten minutes early.

You have to let me in. I can't take this. Not. from. you.

prom will definitely not suck this year.

I'm mad at you. And I don't think you know it, because I don't like being mad and it doesn't happen very often. I tend to act like I'm not mad because it's hard for me to act mad. By the time you might know it, it probably [hopefully] won't matter anymore. So I just want to say it.

I'm mad at you. There.

I have nothing to say but how fucking hateful I am.

it is hard, i guess
harder than i think it should be
hard to realize what i've been writing
especially when i'm not writing anymore

and nobody realizes how hard that is ( Read more... )