At times like these I wish I could smoke my life away ( Read more... )

I think I may have to take a couple of doses of LSD to help me write my book in the future ( Read more... )

A lot has changed ( Read more... )

So I am on a Christmas break ( Read more... )

Yesterday was Daria’s 15th birthday party. We went to a Serbian restaurant “The Balkan House” and I guess I could say that I had a lovely time. I saw some old friends and watched the singer dance in her mini skirt. I remember at some point I had tears in my eyes, and I don’t even know why ( Read more... )

To tell you the truth, I don’t think I’ve ever been happy ( Read more... )

I am just a bad writer after all...

The people I once loved are now cold, they are all ugly to me, unbelivably ugly that I hate myself for being around them. They care only of themselves and ignore my feelings, is that really a good friend?

I am startled by the most quiet noises, I am startled in my dreams. And in my dreams I cry and believe in

I had my "lame Halloween party" for three yesterday and got drunk out of my fucking mind like I was hopping to ( Read more... )

I keep thinking that he'll just come to me... Knock on the door and enter my life ( Read more... )

My mother says I ask for too much when that's not true. I am not even a part of the family anymore. I'm sorry for eating your fucking food ( Read more... )