what comes around goes around....
holy fucking shit. i think i <3 david again. i dont know what it is. god this is all so fucked up. i want holly and alanna to come pick me up so we can go driving around bumming ciggies off kids at the skatepark and blasting music and just laughing. DAMMIT, this is exactly what happened last year with jay. it scared the shit out of me.
i just finished dreamland, the best book ever. i want my own rogerson biscoe. of course not someone who beats me but at the beginning when they see each other for the first time and they just know... its like that. and then like an hour later there in the car. *over the panties, no bra, blouse unbuttoned, calvins in a ball on the front seat past 11 on a school night* thats what i want. the red sox make everything ok, at least for now. i was crying so hard last night when they won. it was AWESOME. i miss briarwood. i visited school the other day, and it wasnt the same. it was like a totally different place. my whole life is totally different. everything is so screwed. and im not trying to sound emo or evanesece dress in black shit like SOME people out there, but it is. people think that things are ok, but theres a reason i have scars and tears and why i smoke and drink and why im sinking lower and lower and it cant stop and im drowning but i like it. i think.
its a weird feeling.
i just finished dreamland, the best book ever. i want my own rogerson biscoe. of course not someone who beats me but at the beginning when they see each other for the first time and they just know... its like that. and then like an hour later there in the car. *over the panties, no bra, blouse unbuttoned, calvins in a ball on the front seat past 11 on a school night* thats what i want. the red sox make everything ok, at least for now. i was crying so hard last night when they won. it was AWESOME. i miss briarwood. i visited school the other day, and it wasnt the same. it was like a totally different place. my whole life is totally different. everything is so screwed. and im not trying to sound emo or evanesece dress in black shit like SOME people out there, but it is. people think that things are ok, but theres a reason i have scars and tears and why i smoke and drink and why im sinking lower and lower and it cant stop and im drowning but i like it. i think.
its a weird feeling.