I am getting a very clear picture of what I want love to look like. For me.

And a lot of the people I miss and want in my life, they're writing me--

It's the best part of being here.

Taken black.

Cereal with real fruit.

Pet peeves are cute, and also revealing.

(I never take the cotton swabs out of bottles because I hate the violent sound pills make shaking their way up from the bottom.  It's a little desperate or something.)

Today getting back into a workout routine, post office, more investigating schools, and invoicing....  The ( Read more... )

Texas lit something back up in me.  All I want to do is take my love and spread it all around now.

I was numbing out for so long.

Everything around me is speaking to me.

My playlist.
Sparks Fly, Deep Inside of You, Screaming Infidelities.

My laundry.
Small, Cold, and Delicate.

I love this dirt.

I fucking love this dirt.

What do I not know about myself?

ready to start wearing out-of-this-world shoes.

just, shoes.

okay, that's all.

I feel like this journal, in some ways, is older than me.  Like it bothered to have a childhood, and a life, and friends.  Like it had something established, maybe not something very stable-- but that's never all that appealing anyway ( Read more... )

I write in this all the time and never post the entries.  I could just commit.  I really don't think I'm a good writer-- I decided at some point that it was important for me to be honest with myself.  Brutally honest.  But I'm not sure if it's that because I'm not sure it's ever good enough ( Read more... )

Worst dream of my life. So fucking cruel ( Read more... )

fucking hormones, why do you make me so crazy?  don't tell anyone i said this, but i sort of miss the old days of THE [dreaded] PILL.

i just feel like a real asshole sometimes.

<3