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tom weaver died today of brain cancer. the world is so fucked, i can't stand this shit anymore. -
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living at the farm school is so much better than living at home. almost all of my eczema has cleared up, either due to the better food or better living. my state of mind is so much more level than it was. at home i was a constant volcano, and small, SMALL, disruptions in my life would send me on crazy, raging, suicidal, and destructive rampages. ( Read more... ) -
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i'm really tired of people's big fat personality blimps that they carry around. it's like they've all made up these facts and definitions of themselves that they have to live up to all the time, or else their whole cloud of false confidence gets wafted away. regardless of who they really are or how they really feel, they've created this false ( Read more... ) -
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last night as i was falling asleep, i had a dream that the skin all around my face and neck was becoming extremely dry and flaky in these large patches. i felt really ravenous as i was pulling the flakes off of my body, it was incredibly satisfying. and when i started to come back into consciousness, i was overtaken by anxiety that the flakes weren ( Read more... ) -
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i have the ability to hate people, purely and passionately. i can full heartedly scream to the whole fucking world that i want people to go to hell because they're fuckheads. my sister is not a fuckhead. i love my sister. my hate comes back in ten fold in the form of guilt. completely guilty for letting an evil thing like hatred mask a love that ( Read more... ) -
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My pendulum thrashes theatrically from wanting youth's freedom, fluidity, and recklessness to age's solidity, consistency, and security.
Never in my mind is there an in between.
It's the end of the world. Make up your mind! Quickly! -
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All better. I have a fabulous boyfriend. -
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i couldn't sleep last night. i realized that childhood doesn't make you bullet proof, and i realized that i grow up a little bit more every second. so instead of sleeping through my fleeting youth, i counted the seconds and cried. -
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Too much alcohol and coffee and too many cigarettes and too little sleep. Life is so terrible but so absolutely wonderful. -
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Lesson #957694975
Don't take magical mushrooms from strangers.