i need to talk. i need someone to listen, who won't judge but listen and understand. for the past three months i've talked, but really only about the superficial, which isn't so insignificant, but everything that really truly means something has stayed inside, locked up. what else is new ( Read more... )

finally found an apartment for next year. a week before i leave.

luck. of. god.

if he exists. i haven't made up my mind yet.

i hope everyone is doing well..

i would love to remember what it feels like to be genuinely happy, because i haven't felt that in a very... very long time.

it's fucking horrible when you can't stand to look at 3/4 of the pictures on your computer.

who remembers the days of disposable cameras? when you would start the night out with a 36 throw away, have your night of fun, get the pictures developed, and excitedly go through them, not remembering where this picture came from or who took that or who stole the camera and did what damage with it ( Read more... )

i heart deathcab.

and..

i hate adobe photo deluxe.

i roll the window down, and then begin to breate ........................................

in.

argh!

i wish someone would come sweep me off my feet, wipe away my tears, and give me the tightest hug. then i would know everything was gonna be ok. i would feel it and i would know it. any doubt would be erased ( Read more... )

so i have become obsessed with the OC. i was a little bit before, but it was really only the greatly awaited thursday night activity. i've started watching the first season, and now i'm really obsessed. i think it's very unhealthy, seeing as how emotionally vulnerable i am right now... but the way ryan looks at marissa you just gosh darn know that ( Read more... )

this is where it gets hard. when it begins to actually set in ( Read more... )