So today I am sad because:

1|| I am going to be out of town until Sunday, which means I will miss seeing Maya and Arianna go off to far away lands.

2|| It's cold outside. And grey. I miss Los Angeles.

3|| My hair is a sort of orange ball of fuzz. I want to cry.

4|| No boys want to kiss me ( Read more... )

Today, I dyed my hair.

I am gone. Just for a little.

( For the Fourth )

Tell me you love me or care about me in some way, because I get the feeling that I'm totally repulsive.


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Today I feel really alone. I feel like I haven't seen anyone for ages, even though that's not true.

I've been really, good lately. Good to myself. I like liking myself. I feel grown up this summer. That may sound silly because I'm still this sixteen year old little girl, but this year has proven me a little wiser. Maybe not wiser, but, more ( Read more... )

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My life is funny.
Not funny "haha."
Funny queer.

Bittersweet, you could say.

But whatever, it finally feels like summer.
Hot. Beachy. This is good.
Fuck everywhere else. I love L.A.

Also, everyone see Fahreinheit 9/11. Apparently, a dumbass monkey snuck into the White House and is pretending to be president. Imagine that.

Lets play the game where you ask me a question, either anonymously or logged in, that I will answer truthfully, no matter what the question.

So, tonight I've just been listening to Molasses, and eating bowls of whipped cream and huge Parisian mugs full of apple cranberry juice.

So, I'm kind of good. Kind of lazy and slow; just calm. I've found that sleeping is for people that have nothing to do. I'm trying to keep busy. But not frantic. Nothing frantic.

Yes, sign of judgement ( Read more... )