une crepe s'il vous pliat ( Read more... )

I wonder when the appropriate time will be to tell my parents that no, I failed both my english classes because they were bullshit, lied about taking a psychology class, and haven't gone to math in three weeks. it seems to me that these lies have snowballed and gotten me into the advanced art education classes at saic. and that's bad come ( Read more... )

you're walking, disappearing into a stand of elms ( Read more... )

it is what you make it, my mother always says.

for such a huge bitch, she's right sometimes.

I woke up coughing so hard that my stomach revolted and my eyes watered and I lost just one more part of myself ( Read more... )

I believe thomas and I are on some sort of break/ing point. which, to my surprise, left me with a clean feeling, and a bit of relief ( Read more... )

how the fuck do you edit your enteries? I can't deal with this not-being-able-to-go-back-and-make-corrections thing.

the best part about waking up for class is your father asking where the acceptance letter is, then pitifully explaining that my new college education is gonna break the bank, and that we're "really gonna struggle to make ends meet ( Read more... )

Dear Meredith ( Read more... )

Oh sweatpants, you gods of gluttony, you infinite spirit of indulgence, I thank you ( Read more... )