two weeks already! its time to be over with. i hate conversations when im the only one speaking- mother may i ( Read more... )

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skipping class is both liberating and disastrous.. depreEsing ... hope-giving and depreEsing ... the perfect line from the perfect film. I never realizing how many things can be so contradictory. is it wrong to feel so strangely connected to that girl ( Read more... )

does it even matter why. who really cares whats been made of this anyway. i cant for a second imagine my mother reading what i wrote to her today but perhaps she will and perhaps she will respond. I hate deciding that i will do what it is that i will do and then finding myself to be nothing but a lump that sits on the couch watching home design ( Read more... )

a million pink rabbits spilling out of a wall.
a wall that had been clawed at for years.
falling onto a lap.
This is what will happen next. It must be.

this is not real at all.

ok just in case anyone comes by here ( i don't blame you if you don't seeing as how i never write) i'm going to invite you out this weekend to do a little art viewing ( Read more... )

so i don't write in my journal. why? i don't know i have issues for and against it BUT i must must keep this for a few special reasons

so will i or won't i ...
i don't know
i never did

last night was one of the best nights ever...
so what if i missed the opera..
what opera?
theres an opera?
HA