just bought this:


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every time I come home I am just reminded of how much things have changed in a year. i've moved on, i don't even really talk to my delaware friends anymore. my life is just different now and I feel like they don't really understand without accusing me of being pretentious or leaving them behind. i cant help but think how much more meaningful my ( Read more... )

i hate hate hate hate being home.

It is great when life is so satisfyingly fulfilling. Art school is awesome. I love all my friends. I don't wanna go home. However, I hate being sickeningly positive.

im finally making work im really proud of. just so happens it keeps me up until two in the morning.

SO GLAD TO BE BACK. i have just enough work to keep me busy but not overwhelmed. at least not yet. probably will be soon though but i'm expecting it, so it should be fine. and i get to see my boo and my friends and eat wraps for dinner every night and yeah!

i understand your jealous, but do you really need to talk about how much i suck to all your friends? we're a little old for that. and i already know i suck, thank you very much.

i wish i was immune to feeling guilt.

i'm finally dating a decent and genuinely caring human being

i'm home and its seems like i'm already losing some of my old friends. time to move on, time to grow up. this is directed towards a lot of people.