note to self:

emotional maturity

research
understand
deal with
ready, set, go.

I've been in suburban exile for seven months now, and finally I'm making my escape ( Read more... )

I'm looking forward to the day when her's is no longer the only body that ever felt any good next to mine ( Read more... )

Why can't death be embraced ( Read more... )

I need to build a new life for myself ( Read more... )

Phase 1 ( Read more... )

My life has gone to utter shit ( Read more... )

I have no one to talk to anymore. I wish I did. I wish everything were different ( Read more... )

I'm so lonely, so confused, so lost, so...
I don't have a passion for anything right now. I can't bring myself to really care.

Someone tell me what I'm supposed to do, where I'm supposed to go from here. 

My mother hasn't talked to me since our ridiculous spat at the train station. She didn't call me on my birthday ( Read more... )