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i want to see 'control'
i want to see broken social scene this friday
i wish i had time to work on my personal projects, i feel like i've been neglecting them severely, and therefore neglecting a major part of myself
i need more sleep
i need not to skip class again
i need my fucking rotten fruit painting for sculptural forms to WORK fbdghdjg
i wish there were 25 hours in a day. scratch that-- let's try 30 hours
i hope my parents don't find my industrial. they CAN'T find it, or else i'm done. end of story
i need drusilla's books to be open tomorrow so i can buy an old book for the binding on my final photogrpahy project
i need to buy train tickets home tomorrow. but not train tickets home. as in home, MICA, reverse trip. i think it's funny because i caught myself saying 'train tickets to new jersey, but none for coming home' yesterday. refering to MICA as home. i do feel at home here, this is my home. the sense of home is a funny thing, it's always changing. i wonder how it'll feel when i return-- will i feel like my room is still my room? i have no idea
i want to go crazy
i need love
i need weed
i miss that night when everything felt perfect. she says it doesn't compare to her moment that was truly and purely 'perfect.' fuck that. at this moment, everything was perfect-- the stars alligned as we strolled together in the cold, under the cosmos, just talking and drinking, forgetting that other people were there around us.
i want stuffing and pumpkin pie
i need to finish my assignments
i miss him.
i want to see broken social scene this friday
i wish i had time to work on my personal projects, i feel like i've been neglecting them severely, and therefore neglecting a major part of myself
i need more sleep
i need not to skip class again
i need my fucking rotten fruit painting for sculptural forms to WORK fbdghdjg
i wish there were 25 hours in a day. scratch that-- let's try 30 hours
i hope my parents don't find my industrial. they CAN'T find it, or else i'm done. end of story
i need drusilla's books to be open tomorrow so i can buy an old book for the binding on my final photogrpahy project
i need to buy train tickets home tomorrow. but not train tickets home. as in home, MICA, reverse trip. i think it's funny because i caught myself saying 'train tickets to new jersey, but none for coming home' yesterday. refering to MICA as home. i do feel at home here, this is my home. the sense of home is a funny thing, it's always changing. i wonder how it'll feel when i return-- will i feel like my room is still my room? i have no idea
i want to go crazy
i need love
i need weed
i miss that night when everything felt perfect. she says it doesn't compare to her moment that was truly and purely 'perfect.' fuck that. at this moment, everything was perfect-- the stars alligned as we strolled together in the cold, under the cosmos, just talking and drinking, forgetting that other people were there around us.
i want stuffing and pumpkin pie
i need to finish my assignments
i miss him.