i hate the feeling of not being able to trust my own feelings..
i won't voice anything because i'm afraid it might change.
so i leave it there.. and it almost hurts to not get it out,
but it would hurt worse if i did.

all i know for sure is that i'm addicted.. to one pair of eyes.
and i will be plagued with this addiction for..ever.

( here's a few pictures with my best friend. )

in the immortal words of slutcake:
"i NEED fucked"

...and hanging out with someone whose every touch makes me want to do dirty sexy things to her.. (and vice versa) makes it 10x harder.

the summer of celibacy is not going well.

dear mom,

you should have conceived me 4 months earlier.

love, alicia

change of scenery, please.

home was good ( Read more... )

i'm a glutton for punishment.. is what they would say.

(but don't blame me for feeling a tiny bit optimistic.)

okay. i'm going home now.
call if you want to find me.

so instead of having to re-explain this over and over again i'm just going to write it out here ( Read more... )

it's been exactly a year..

that day was good.
sad to say the best there was for us.

i've lived in my apt for a year now.
and in a years time it will almost be time for me to graduate.

scary shit.

i'm coming home in about a week and a half.
i'll be at kay's b-day party.
if you want to see me at all let me know.

april fools day, sucked.
no tricks were played.
it just all out sucked for all
sorts of reasons.

Your senior year in High School is supposed to be "the best year of your life." Let's see how much you remember. I know for some it might be hard for you to go back that far ( Read more... )