Sitting in a large circle with all the kids who you use to be friends with, who knew who you were before is strange. Strange when they all try to pass it to you, even after you politely decline; strange because no matter how long has passed these people will still love me and sit with me in the grass. Mostly Extravaganja was strange because why the ( Read more... )

at the stoke of midnight it will be 4 clean months.

that's supposed to mean something right? i should be excited or something.
but i didn't have a doubt when i said i was done, it was everyone else who did.

i cant remember when i was both so happy and sad at the same time. tonight is surely a trial of time for the ages. my life is a series of bitter sweet events. i should apprecite them for what they are.

Phone calls at 2am. "Katey, you're not answering your phone. I'm don't know anything, I really need to talk to you. I'm fucking trippin' balls." As the phone rings two more times after that I finally check the voice mail and make my way to a better phone to call. "Ah, it's like you're in the room with me, but your voice is coming out of a little ( Read more... )