"The more you love someone, he came to think, the harder it is to tell them.
It surprised him that strangers didn't stop each other on the street to say I love you."

she whispers to me,

"I was meant to be free.
This life that we've built is deadly. "

She crawls from my bed, with a comb cross her head.
She crawls to the train and drives herself home

2009.

will is a good friend of mine, with whom I spend a whole lot of my time.

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I quit drinking. (until next thursday).
i got my lip pierced. (it's effing sexxay.)

LB and I are drinking absinthe on friday. i'm megaaa excited.

i'd like to lose three pounds.

i bought a plant to take care of.

i'd like a boy to take care of.

i wish i was still young, listening to brand new, drinking 40s, dressing like an idiot, dying my hair a million colors, making secret trips to raleigh, and running away from home all of the time, and really not giving a fuck about anything or anyone.

i hate growing up.  i feel boring.
i could vomit.

sometimes I think I'm the most ridiculous person in the whole world.

I have so many letters to write--
and nothing to say, or too much to say. I can't get it together.