christmas was insane.
i'm fucking tired.
i want to sleep all day.

he amazes me :)

my phone is a piece of shit.

nate, that's why i haven't called you or received your calls.

i can't with anybody's for some reason.

fuck you sprint.

so my phone rings the other night at 2:20 a.m.
i open my eyes and look at the screen and see nate's picture pop up.
part of me wants to answer, but the other part is too tired.

so i listen to his amusing voicemail the next day and laugh.

so dearest nate;
i will call you back soon when i'm not feeling nauseated and plagued by homework.

:)

i still dream about you.

why?

moving out by the end of january i hope.
directing another one-act.
dabbling in the local modeling scene.
staying alive.
always bothered by an aching back and essays.
becoming terrified of falling in love.
never getting enough sleep.

what are you up to?

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home alone for the first time in a while.
it's humid as hell and my cats are prowling.

i think i'll join them.

i feel as if i'm being driven mad.

maybe i'll knit :)

missyouloveyouhateyou.

"you spoil me with your company...without you, i am not content."

as i sit here trying to write my english paper, it hit me that my birthday is in two days and i will be turning nineteen ( Read more... )