(i cannot believe how long i have maintained this self-indulgent space online.)

and every once in a while, i find myself here, writing my thoughts out to the great big 'whatever.' hoping no one or someone will read it.

im so tired of being out of sorts.
seems that's all i can write about these days.

i guess i'm really living here. i guess i'm letting it settle in.
bored, lonely, annoyed, and missing all of california.
i dont want school to start, because if it doesnt, there's not way i can fail just yet.
im dreading it. starting over again.
i miss living in a place where i knew i had friends and family.

here we go. whether i'm ready or not.

i love that old man. the first boy i dated in college. the guy i made out with in the mchenry library when no one was looking ( Read more... )

i know i'm not the most important person in your life. but a hello would have been nice.

ok. fuck you, kiddo.
thanks for the worst conversation ever.

it's funny that i call this 'catching up', and seeing how you're doing, and reading if you're well.
and all this time, i've been stashing my words. hiding all i've meant to say to you.
what can i say? you're intimidating, and i'm a coward.
let's call it quits and say 'hello' some day.
i miss you, dammit.

why don't we just call this what it is, and quit.

someone just convinced me it was a good idea to get a twitter account.

anyone wanna gimme a place to crash in the Bay Area?

just a month - from now until mid-October.
just a place to shower and sleep.

im home im home.

the west coast is the best coast after all...