I’ve thought for days about all of this. It’s still very hard for me to come to any sort of conclusion. If everything was how I wanted it to be then I would be with you because we could just sit for hours staring into each other’s eyes sharing our worlds with each other through communication AND affection ( Read more... )

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So everything is still going smoothly with Murat. I've now and then had skeptical thoughts. I am always reasured. It's very suprising how it works out despite the language barrier. We stayed up all night together on Friday and talked for hours...using the Turkish/English dictionary and so forth. He's had the most fucked up life. I'm so glad that I ( Read more... )

Nothing has ever been more fucking perfect in my entire life. I'm so happy in this moment. This is utterly amazing ( Read more... )

Alright. Here's the story. And it's amazing ( Read more... )

I need to start reserving judgment...not getting so excited all the time. Things always end up upsetting me...like these Turkish punks...like Meric. Nico is the only good one, as far as I know. It's rainging out and since he doesn't have a home - he's sleeping in my pool house right now.

Fuck it.

This weekend has been incredible. I'm so shocked at how much fun I had. Note that I didn't hang out with ANYONE from MY SCHOOL but about 20 different Taksim street punks that I now adore (some of them ( Read more... )

Back in Turkey.
The last journal should be deleated. Impulses are silly sometimes.
So, school. Yup. Friends. Sure. Fun. Right. Lame.

But...at least I'm not here for THREE! years. Haha. Eh.

Why do the best boys always have to live in Texas.
And why did myspace have to be the one to bring this one to me.

I love conversations with random boys at 4am.

Anthony. Pretty cool kid.