i'm getting an a in american lit
i'm hella hella nervous about modern british lit & islam paper & finals- agh!

i cannot wait to get out of miami. i'm really looking forward to living in tallahassee, but i'm afraid of living with girls.

blablabla.

this is love. this is it. its easier and more complicated than you can possibly imagine. even the bad times are good in a way. i'm an optimist, sure, but there's no need to trudge through a complex, dramatic delusion with him. there's no need to pretend he's something he's not. he is. i am. we are. in LOVE.

i really want to go see no age and panda bear tonight. kanyay's getting me in. and i'm tired. and i haven't finished my paper. and i have to study for math. and shit shit shit.

i want to remember this forever:


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i'm tired, i'm sick, i'm worried about financial things, my car insurance, the paper i haven't started, but i'm freakin' dandy. you aren't an added pressure.

i'd forgotten what happy feels like.

chuch

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alone.

wtfwtfwtfwtfwtf

is indie. is hip. is cool. making out with girls, for the entertainment of pigs, is hip. is cool. selling yourself, not for money, but for attention is hip. is cool. where was i? i never got that memo. the one where you are required to stop having a soul by age 17. start having sex before you understand it, start having illicit sex before you even ( Read more... )

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