It's important to write this here, in my old journal. It applies not only to the recent version of my perceived self, but also to the person I once was, the person who brought me where I am today ( Read more... )

So friday I turned 17 and to put it simply ( Read more... )

I am so tired of having blue hair! A week is long enough for anyone. Time to change.

In other news, I dyed my mother's hair blonde. I mean, platinum blonde.
She normally is a brunette, however when I showed up she was rocking the dirty strawberry blonde. Not anymore, hahahaha.

Also, I WENT SHOPPING AT H&M.

I don't know what happens ( Read more... )

My preoccupation with writing in the present tense has only slightly lost it's novelty ( Read more... )

I run around because I don't know what else I should do at this point in time.

This is what happens,
I get accustomed to unstructured.

I am waiting until I can be anywhere I'd like.
It feels too far away.

I leave for South Carolina tomorrow.

I'm feeling good.

In public places I keep posting old pictures of people.

I'm feeling passive, possibly.

Predictable, probably.

I'm deep?
I'm deep.

These past days are a slur of bodies and conversation.

Maybe being sociable with people my own age won't kill me. I might even be enjoying it.

Clouds. That's what white would smell like. Elusive and fucking beautiful.
I'm showing up places in my pajamas.

Pretty Girls Make Graves- All Medicated Geniuses ( Read more... )

So

Then

Yesterday he makes me breakfast.

And

Well

This is why I cannot speak;
He makes me speechless.