Here we go ( Read more... )

Les arbes sont orange comme le feu de mon cœur. Il n'y a jamais une raison pour le changement, mais c'est une partie de la vie. Cmme les arbes, mon cœur change les couleurs vite et sans ordre. Mon cœur est comme un lac sous un rayon de soleil. Il y a beaucoup de poissons qui nagent dans d-dans et ils mangent les petits morceaux des couleurs. Ils ( Read more... )

Dear Housemates ( Read more... )

Dear wonderful friends ( Read more... )

One week can change you a lot ( Read more... )

I have had, by far, the best summer ever ( Read more... )

So, a bunch has seemingly changed since I last wrote... as the trend of all my friend's posts are following, I really don't update as much as I could ( Read more... )

So... home is ok... the best part of being home is my new kittens and Pat... that's about it ( Read more... )

Day Three with a migraine.
I still don't know who I am,
don't want to go home, and yet I do.
I like the freedom I have here,
and the space.
Not looking forward to sharing a house
or having a space that is my own.
In short, I am VERY cranky
and pissed
and i don't feel good.

So ( Read more... )