Dear diary,

Today, I saw some thirteen year old boobs. Seriously.

Welcome to Vegas.

Love, Lindsay

I don't know when I became a bad person. I guess I didn't even really know that it happened. It took someone telling me something kind of crushing to make me figure it out. I really wish I was more perceptive of how people felt about me. I don't know if maybe I've become more judgemental. Or maybe the fact that I'm trying not to care what people ( Read more... )

Watching my friend ruin her life is killing me. I've known this girl since before I can remember. She's been like a sister to me.

Of all of the things that we really don't have in common, there's one thing that we do. I thought that we'd always understand each other. It looks like I was wrong.

I've decided that I've got a favor to ask my brother:

If his touring with Of The Opera takes him to Seattle, I need him to take me with.

Grades came. I need to get my shit together. I'm messing up my life and I don't know what for. I need out. I need to be done with high school. I need.... something.

I need:


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Caught between trying to live life and trying to run from it puts you on a strange course through uncharted territory. The world of first dates, family dramas, and new friends. The world of sex, drugs, and The Rocky Horror Picture Show, where all you need is that perfect song on that perfect drive to feel infinite.I can't wait for summer. If every ( Read more... )

Dear Summer,

Please be like this weekend. Thank you.

-Lindsay

Boys are stupid.

I'm going to change.
I'm going to make myself better.
I'm going to be happy and stay that way.

I'm determined.

I'm going to see Snow Patrol. My mom is amazing.