All I need is forensics, all I need is the NJFL, all I need is Opi.

This entire weekend was more than I ever imagined it to be. I just don't have the words right now. Later. Later, later, later.

Love.

I am reading through all my entries, and they can be wittled down to one thing. I know I've always thought that, but here it is, written down, solid proof. This is my entire life, this is high school, I have spent every day of the past four years thinking about this kind of stuff. The stuff which makes us want to wake up.

Love.

tired of apologizing for the things i want. i associate a lot of negative things with happiness ( Read more... )

THE SKY IT WAS GOLD-IT WAS ROSE ( Read more... )

Things have ceased to make any sense.

Last night, I dreamt that it was September, and that I had been stowed away with the cherubs. For lack of better anything, Leila had decided to become a journalist. She didn't say much because she was anxious to find our class. As was I, but I expressed my frustration by taking off my underwear and talking to anyone in my room who would listen. At ( Read more... )

I constantly oscillate between a place where I will miss this horribly terribly, and where I cannot wait to get the hell out of here. But something tells me that wherever I go, things will remain the same.

( THAT MINUS IS TOO LOW TO SEE )

( My Thanks to Emily Nassi )