I have a nasty habit of closing my eyes while driving.

The more I fuck the more I want to fuck. In the moment I don't find it strange but when I look back on the week and I can't possibly quantify the times my boyfriend and I fucked I feel like it's weird. We put our heads together and estimated between 40 or 50 times...in a week. When I'm getting laid I get really obsessed with it, it's all I think ( Read more... )

Some things are just profoundly sad. It makes me stand still and appreciate how somber life can be. It's like the world just slowed down but my mind still races. My heart slows but my thoughts speed; my body is pulled in two opposite directions but the destinations are the same. When I lay on my back and stare up at my world it feels so incredibly ( Read more... )

I'm soo happy to be back in Cali. The job has been fabulous, the living situation has been more that I could ever ask for and I love being able to see my friends all the time.

Having a pool is amazing. Just Saying.

I hate living here already. I've been in South Carolina a week and I already notice myself getting depressed. I really hate that I'm already back in this place emotionally. All of my relationships are out of control.

Full speed into a reinforced concrete wall.

Why do I feel the need to tell everyone every time they piss me off? I wish I could get over things without telling people off.

I just watched a video of Beloved. It made me really nostalgic and kinda sad.

I made a boy an apple pie to try and make up for me being a raging crazy a lot of the time. He said he was working but when I called he was going on a bike ride so I got all weirded out and kinda jealous. The next day my two friends convinced me just to eat the pie. I felt sort of bad ( Read more... )

Went out last night to celebrate the end to a very involved and long work week. Had a good time out and had too much to drink. When I was getting dropped off James really pissed me off and I stormed off and I came home and crashed in my bed ( Read more... )

Single.