I’ve never been so lonely in my entire entire life. I think it has to do with my house: my empty empty house with its empty rooms and empty cabinets, and how I am there all my by myself all of the time. I cried today, in the bathroom, with my elbows on the wall of the stall and my head down. I cried for so long that I had a headache and I felt ( Read more... )

in sixth grade, i had to write an essay on who i trusted. my entire essay was one word. nobody. needless to say, I haven't changed much.

See the worst part is, you think you know me. Right here, you think you can read me. Here's your chance--J,A,D...

If you knew the stuff we've pulled this summer, you'll agree. Nash and I invented slick.

Over and out--
P&J

You make me feel alive. And that's it. That's why I jump through hoops and break friendships and it's because of you. Because all this time, all of my life, I have never felt so real. I wrote this poem once, it wasn't really that good, but it was about how I feel so plastic with my designer clothes and my typical Hollywood family and I don't ( Read more... )

I don't know how to write this down. I don't know how to write anything down. My head hurts. I find myself glancing into a mirror every other second, "Is that me? Am I really okay?" I am so weak. So fucking fragile. I have glass bones and someone will one day look at me and go, "Fuck it. She's not worth it." Cry me a river, cry me a ( Read more... )

Ahhh so many songs remind me of so many things

( My world it moved so fast today )

Hey July, I've missed you.

PS: Watching Newlyweds with Jessica and her mom is like watching my mom and I. Godddd.

Today I went to Knotts' Berry Farm and I realized that everything I used to enjoy simply scares me now. One of the few rides I rode, were the flying swings. Over the current memory, was a thin veil of Philadelphia and how we went to a terrible street fair. I remember the trip because my mom and Clint did not fight the entire ride from New Jersey ( Read more... )

The day of the funeral was not sad, simply because she hadn’t wanted it to be. We’d come, in cut offs and tank tops, knocking our sweaty thighs against the warm altar pew while the preacher thought aloud, mostly wondering why He took her so soon. And we’d listened, because we’d loved her ( Read more... )