tonite i experienced princeton in every aspect imaginable. while i hate the place...i'm able to weed out the pretty things lurking in alleyways and cornfields.
contemplated hopping on a train and living a life of crime across the country.
or i could just finish out school......nah.
and i spent my nite not chasing . the mysterious YOU that i'm ( Read more... )

i feel sick. too much suicide talk and tears. alison's last coffee before leaving for school. i had the pleasure of witnessing it....and crying along to it. i can't say a lot because....i'm too teary eyed and a bit numb. i have to forget about a lot of things that will never be reality....but are pretty when spun as dreams in my head ( Read more... )

oh poor, poor, princeton....drowning in your own ideals ( Read more... )

....uninspiring weekend ( Read more... )

i'm a mess.....i wish you would still drive by my house to try to catch a glimpse of me. i can't see the sky....its fuzzy and out of view. all my dreams are out of context. in all my dreams i can't move. my fingers ache of too much writing pouring forth from them. i can't bear to look at my legs. etched into them are too many tears and heartbreaks ( Read more... )

school was utterly depressing.
i want to curl up and die.
(again) i wish each one of those days back.

i'm a mess....pay no heed.

....can i take from you and not keep taking

"as someone sets light to the first fire of autumn ( Read more... )

just to let you know, my dear, you make me sick. like alexandra said the other night about people making her physically ill. that is what you are to me. your words, no matter how strong, have lost their meanings and force. you can't be beautiful because you are too hard to embrace. and sadness does not equal power. i'm SICK OF FIXING THINGS ( Read more... )

crying over a lost love.....
spinning around in pretty dresses singing along to sad songs with tears on my face.
i truly am miss misery.
if i could only wake up.

If I were a month I would be: january ( Read more... )