I'm starting to give up.
You have to work for it too.

Here's to a long, beautiful life with you.

Giant Closets ( Read more... )

Nothing I write can do this justice ( Read more... )

I'm basically at a standstill. Except, I'm relatively happy.
No, I'm not. I'm bored.

So, I've been reading old journal entries. I gave some thought to deleting them. Most of them about Seth are pretty embarrassing. They're sad and funny and naively hopeful. I can't help but keep them, though. They're all very ironic, seeing as how the situation panned out. I'd like to think that if I'm ever in that situation again, I'll come back ( Read more... )

Tired is an understatement. I'm exhausted with high school. I'm more than ready to be out. Entirely exhausted. Things could be worse. I could revolve my life around you. I could be forced to work. My nails are neon pink, and for the time being i'm completely content with that. Maybe I'll be a rapper. High school forever. I'll miss you Parisa and ( Read more... )

I feel like I'm not moving.

I really love Taylor's company, mainly because we have our boringness and loneliness in common. Plus, I can be entirely myself with him ( Read more... )

I'm perpetually disgusted, seriously.
I thoroughly enjoy Seth's company. I really like where our relationship is going.
I've started a real journal of my own and you can't read it.