I'm tired of this journal. I'd like to be forgotten. I hope we can still be friends. . .

sometimes, I feel like I'm eating a match.
Is chain smoking bad?

eighteen years i've been alive.
and what do i have to show for it?
supreme timid languor.

"How are you?"
"ordinary."

Tonight was great and warm and full of memories. I wish I could describe but my words don't mean shit and my film isn't developed. mmhm.

Hey, happy holidays.
Don't mind the delay, that's just what I'm full of. delays delays.


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Do you remember last years snow storm?


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sometimes as i wander the halls, passing these confused misunderstood adolescents, i wonder why any of this matters. the grades, the embarrassment, the peer-pressure, the essays, the stereotypes, the fashions, the cliques, the detentions, etc etc. i've lost hope in school and i dont really care what college i get in...or more like dont get in. yes ( Read more... )

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What I want more than anything right now...is a good job. I'm tired of asking my mom for money. Christmas is coming up, I want to get people wonderful presents. Not some candy in a cup. Senior year requires so many fees, we're going to run out of money soon. A job can be quite fulfilling. Despite the fact that I hated many things about my old job, ( Read more... )

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