I miss being in Santa Cruz where there were a million people I could call. I hate being the last partier standing. Actually, in some ways I pride myself on it ( Read more... )

Brain:
- Unclutter brain
- Feed your head (every chance you get)

I am a journalism student who distrusts journalism.

I am a beach bum with no beach.

I am a private person with no privacy.

I am a kindred spirit without a group of friends.

I am a city girl who now HATES the city.

And I wonder......

why am I living in a world determined by others? And how the hell do I create my own reality?

...because this one isn't ( Read more... )

Cosmo sits beside me and purrs. When I lay my head against his furry belly I hear it echo and it's better than any conch shell.

I hate being alone, late. Drinking, smoking and pondering.

Casper. The friendly ghost. Dear God what a metaphor. Why the fuck am I watching this? ha lha

Someday, I would be interested to meet someone who fully shared my ( Read more... )

What doesn't kill me, make me stronger. And drives me fucking insane.

There, I said it. I want a fucking kindred spirit bond with everyone I love and I want it now and when that doesn't happen I fucking fall broken to the floor ( Read more... )

I hate that there is this stigma around pot. Just because your parents told you that it was "bad" doesn't mean that it is. And ignoring the good things about it won't negate them in the long run. When I tell people how ganja truly doesn't harm anyone they look at me sideways and say they don't quite believe it. I can let go of a lot of things but ( Read more... )

I have realized that I am sincerely insane. and in love. Go me!

Like flesh burnt and boiled by the envious sun, i am losing the outter layers of myself.
People i thought defined me fall by the wayside. i snicker. life. irony. pain. fuck.

School is wonderful. Sex is wonderful. Complications? the clutter in my head.

I always thought you could stay connected. heart strings bound together in a weave that even God ( Read more... )

The poet in me thrives on your disease
This creature i have become in arms strong with passion
You take me, ripping my insecure flesh to shreds
Reveal the depth of my lust for you and you might discover something greater