the key
I won't update about Michelle's party since everyone did it pretty well already. I've been told to tell Fab he had tex mex sauce on his chin and I forgot. Fab you look ugly. Now I did it.
Congratulations Maria for making it through the nine months and deliver this pretty little thing. I can't wait to see what she'll be at 20 years old.
I don't feel like partying lately. I had fun at Michelle's party, but if it hadn't been for her, if it hadn't been for Drew or to piss off Albert, it'd have been hard to unstuck me out of the couch. I just lay there for hours, even for days, without doing anything just because I don't feel like it. I'm the stereotyped couch potato. I feel too drained to go somewhere and pretend to be happy for a while. I can understand why now Julian has turned into some kind of alcoholic. It's hard to grace the others - whoever they are - by your presence when all you want is to be alone. Then you're doing everything that could help you be someone else. I've tried too hard to be less quiet and to impose myself when eventually I'm not one to be like this. I don't know why I seek freedom in alienating myself, this is ridiculous. I've grown up this way and have to stay this way. I don't know if I'm satisfied of this yet, or if I'll be changing my mind once again later, for the moment all I want is to lay down, close my eyes and wipe the nightmares away.
I kind of loathe the way NYC gets too hot in summer. Everyone's boiling and fights because they need to let stuff out. Watching the streets below from up above is some weird entertainment. I don't know how deep they can dig to find that energy. I envy them, somehow. But instead I'll just have a cigarette, the first of the morning. The best one.
Congratulations Maria for making it through the nine months and deliver this pretty little thing. I can't wait to see what she'll be at 20 years old.
I don't feel like partying lately. I had fun at Michelle's party, but if it hadn't been for her, if it hadn't been for Drew or to piss off Albert, it'd have been hard to unstuck me out of the couch. I just lay there for hours, even for days, without doing anything just because I don't feel like it. I'm the stereotyped couch potato. I feel too drained to go somewhere and pretend to be happy for a while. I can understand why now Julian has turned into some kind of alcoholic. It's hard to grace the others - whoever they are - by your presence when all you want is to be alone. Then you're doing everything that could help you be someone else. I've tried too hard to be less quiet and to impose myself when eventually I'm not one to be like this. I don't know why I seek freedom in alienating myself, this is ridiculous. I've grown up this way and have to stay this way. I don't know if I'm satisfied of this yet, or if I'll be changing my mind once again later, for the moment all I want is to lay down, close my eyes and wipe the nightmares away.
I kind of loathe the way NYC gets too hot in summer. Everyone's boiling and fights because they need to let stuff out. Watching the streets below from up above is some weird entertainment. I don't know how deep they can dig to find that energy. I envy them, somehow. But instead I'll just have a cigarette, the first of the morning. The best one.