I sat on a 6 train subway bench at an especially chilly nine o'clock in the morning, dissolving into Lolita. My body was dehydrated and shivering, my hair was all about me, I was devastatingly without make-up, and subconsciously sniffling. When all of a sudden, a perfectly pitched coo came from the woman next to me. She was older than I, but young ( Read more... )

I have a job, but not an apartment. I'm still trying to stay positive, but my father (who I am unfortunately relying on completely) couldn't be less helpful. So, days keep passing and passing with no word from him about my loans. And I keep calling and calling and he keeps telling me he'll get back to me in a couple minutes, a couple hours, ( Read more... )

There are these emotions that I've never been able to explain to people. Never. There are some things about me that have never made much sense. Never ever. And every time I see someone nod their head at me or spit optimism at me, I just simply can't stand it. Never have been able to. No one knows what it's like up here, with these changing faces ( Read more... )

I knew that nothing was ever going to come this easy for me ( Read more... )

..you walk outside, the streets are clogged with squad cars and there are at least thirty cops rushing onto the subway platform for no apparent reason.

But I think I'll take The Market over Park Slope any day.

I'm in Park Slope, Brooklyn; alone ( Read more... )

Since my Post-Portland Depression, my life has been a whirlwind. One week I'm in New York; the next week, a random trip to Boston with a pseudo-friend. I saw my first New York rat and got lost on the subway. I've dealt with two dead batteries and three different cars. I've been caught between my mother and father while he is defending himself ( Read more... )

I was stalking someone's old livejournal entires and got inspired to do a survey, off all things. I also got inspired to hug this person a lot a lot, but I can't. DAMMIT.

Holy crap, I don't remember how to do an LJ cut!!! Hold on, I have to go searching through old entries real quick.

( Okay. Here's to my first survey in probably two years. )

First night.
I wrote a tispy-tired haiku.

twenty. four. hours.
I finally land to find
all truths became lies.

Second day.We perused through the downtown shops I remember so well, the landmarks I would nod at as I strolled around the city nearly three years ago. Over to Belmont. In my awe of the vegetarian diner, I ordered four items off the ( Read more... )

My skin feels hot like a sunburn ( Read more... )