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wowza. my brother is absolutely not a feminist.

i'll be 22 years old in 3 days, and i'm not out of any woods. there's a boy coming back to town tonight that i'm excited to see, i'm too exhausted, drained and sad to eloquently shape any kind of reason for this whole thing. i'm so happy in the city i'm in, with the people i know and the secrets and histories i've got. i'm so scared for what ( Read more... )

and, like magic, i am single again and now embarrassed and feeling stupid.

i know that i've got a grown up blog now, but this felt the right place to alert the internet to my really miserable feelings at the moment. I just had a royally shitty conversation with Jon and I'm feeling really far from home right now. My roommate is watching some shitty movie and I can hear it through the thin walls, and I'm so disappointed ( Read more... )

so now that I am a certified grown up, I am starting a real weblog. this is partly because I am an asshole, and partly because I have made the brilliant decision to throw my life away, and the internet seems a really effective place to start. So, if you would like to read about the descent, you can do so at Leave a comment