I am having one of those uncertain days, you know the ones where you feel a bit tense and completely unsure of who you are or what you want. My stomach is rebelling against me and I've been feeling nauseous. It's most likely the tension ( Read more... )

My floor is covered in notepads, papers, books, and binders.

I’ve been trying to research for a paper, organize plans for CKI, get papers in order for France, medical insurance, and on top of that my own personal writing.

But I love this chaos. I wouldn’t have it any other way.

I have a distant feeling that these moments will be forever categorized as the moments we knew we were alive.

Yesterday, was an absolutely wonderful day.

My British Lit class ended up being a two hour digression about sexual intercourse in the Victorian era and how women were seen as passionless creatures.

Alexander and I went to the Getty Villa, and sat at the outdoor cafe for two hours discussing random moments of life and the many versatile effects that ( Read more... )

Lisa: I see myself in her and it makes me so angry ( Read more... )

I need some down time ( Read more... )

Silence.
It weights heavy on the heart.

I'm afraid that if I heard your voice, I wouldn't know you anymore.

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I don't want to remember you anymore.

For the first time...I regret meeting you more than I can say.

I’ve come to the conclusion that once again I cannot control everything. I know, I know. It should be self-explanatory, but in some ways it really isn’t, at least try telling my inner personality that.

My brother and I went on a “date” that consisted of shitty chinese food and seeing 2012 at the four dollar theatre. It was one of the best nights of ( Read more... )