I wonder how my life must look to others. If i cannot put into words how it looks to myself.

these past few days have reassured my choices for the future, i just hope i can make it there in one piece.

I miss yellow leaves. and real fruit. and smiles.

And i think to myself...what next?

the heat really doesn't help my nausea. or my head.

i hate being sick. but at least i know it's not from spinach!!

hah. ow.

fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck.

i am so totally fucked.

i hate being poor. i hate having poor relatives. i hate not being able to take care of myself. I'm 21, i should have all my shit together god dammit.

fuck fuck fuck fuck.

all this venting is not helping as it should. FUCK!

lamest reason for a post...but i need someone to go for me just cause it's tradition. do your duty berkeley. please!

( midnight movies!!!! )

But that's just cause it keeps them in perspectivethere's that one album you can listen to over and over and each time you press repeat there's something new to be learned. a line that resonates more the 4th time around, a beat that makes sense with how your life is moving, the way a phrase is said, so that it's etched into your brain and everytime ( Read more... )

Back in NY.

it's different yet familiar. I miss home, specifically a place that feels like home. I'm hoping to adjust quicker than previously.

Summer is just never enough.

((good note)) more and more recognizable faces keep popping up.

I wish I could listen to you all day

I went all sorts of hyphy/dumb/retarded.

and i thank you all for witnessing it.

I'm 21 bitches!!!!!

yeah, it feels awesome.

If i never have anything of importance to say, is it really worth it?

i can be very retarded sometimes.

i don't know what i'm doing.

and i'm pretty unsure about what i've already done.

the first time i've woken up drunk in quite a while. ah, summer. how i love thee.

and you know what's best after a night of heavy drinking?? that's right. hello croissant. word.