my brother has made me watch this a thousand times.

for some reason i think this is really funny... and am seriously contemplating maybe a slideshow of some sort.

mine are still there.

i sometimes feel really small, and so sad. sometimes for no reason, others, whatev. but either way, sometimes i feel like this and the smallest thing just makes me cry. cry and cry and cry as if my life is ending. thats what just happened to me ( Read more... )

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and i find myself, most nights, missing what it felt like to be known.

i stopped reading nabokov's lolita because my mother thought it was pornographic. now im reading nick hornby's its a long way down. its about 4 people who all meet at the top of a building because they were all there at the same time, for the same reason, which was to kill themselves. so, that should be interesting ( Read more... )

- last night i drank too much cough syrup
- my house is unbearably hot
- my brothers are growing up too fast
- i did like 485485 loads of laundry today
- i have a ton of things to do tomorrow
- i met rocky <3
- thank god for air conditioners and tv shows on dvd
- i miss my boyfriend.

i hate huntington beach in the summertime. its too crowded. everyone, go home. let me drive around my town in peace.

its was back then, back when only i would speak and he would listen. and its as if this is the only way he knew how to be heard.

its funny, the way things turn out. its funny, the way i keep trying to make things go.