I love Brooklyn. I miss it. I miss life here. I'll miss Anetta and working in her amazing apartment with the spa-electronica music ( Read more... )

I'm starting to feel that I'm beautiful. I haven't really had this feeling consistently before. It feels less hopeless. It feels more confident. It feels less desperate and more adventurous ( Read more... )

I'm really upset with myself over how I acted last night. I don't know what comes over me when I'm around Jorge, but I don't like who I am around him. It's a little bit his fault, but I control myself and am responsible for my actions ( Read more... )

I think I'm done with drugs. Adderall, molly, weed. They all seem disgusting to me now. Last night was very odd, and I'm dreading seeing Adrian on Monday and having to deal with him. That's life, though, and I need to gain some control over my stress and worry and how people affect me ( Read more... )

I was quiet tonight at Angelica's show. And I kept thinking to myself, while trying my best to enjoy everything, that I wouldn't be there if she wasn't in it. All I want to do is stay at home or be by myself. There are probably two people I can think of that I would be able to hang out with right now. Everyone else seems absurd or loud or selfish ( Read more... )

And I feel very very stupid and very much alone.

Fuck Smylie.

Icing on tonight's already crazily bizarre cake: seeing evil-Alex at Tahona. At least she's gained some weight. I hope one day that she has to buy two tickets for herself if she wants to travel by plane.

I want to cry. I'm sad that people can be so shitty.

Ugh. I went to the bars. That was ridiculous. First, i went to dinner with Brittney and we had a blast. I love that girl. Then we went to Walrus, where we met up with Alex and Alisha and then Danny came out - I tried to set him up with Brittney (which didn't work). Then Alex's boyfriend apparently hit on Alisha and tried to kiss her - he didn't ( Read more... )

I'm going to start writing my horoscope story today. It's the first piece I'll be writing in years that won't be humorous. I've been told not to write "serious" fiction, that I'm better at humor ( Read more... )