So over summer. DOY.
I just want to be with boyfriend and clairio and michael and morgan.
Boo on Laura leaving in 9 days. BOO BOO BOO.
I hate Los Angeles. The end.

I hate you, San Fernando Valley. Thank you for for making time go incredibly slowly.

I hate work, I hate a bitch I work with, I hate 9 hour days, I hate it all.

I love you Davis. Only 5 more fucking weeks. Only.

It's been three months since I updated. I'm home here, a place I don't want to be. Davis is home. Although it sounds awkward, here is lonely.

I'm home. Call me if you want to hang out.

There's nothing like having a best friend that will grow and has grown with you, especially when you feel like you've grown apart from everything that you knew.

Think about it.

So I'm totally home, but only until January 2nd. Stupid quarter system.

PS Some people have changed, but it's okay because that's what happens. I know it's upsetting, but we all live different lives now. We can't stay the same forever. I'm just trying to grow and change with everyone, not away from everyone.

Call me if you want to kick it<3

It's weird to be so caught up in life here. But I'm happy.

And also, I haven't looked at livejournal in 3 weeks. Maybe I should delete this.

Birthdays and boyfriends and best friends (old and new) are seriously the best. I am so lucky it's insane.

Oh yea. Remy Chan too. Because he has whore wars with me.

hahahah I'm legal muthafuckas

So on a quiet saturday night before midterms, I dance around in my "I miss you" shirt, aka Bush Twins Extravaganza, hoping that a familiar face (the ones who are preferred are those in particular who know what this shirt means) will walk into my dormroom and tell me that it's going to get back to normal eventually. But I know he or she is lying ( Read more... )