i have so much, but so little, to say.

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all i can say at this point in my life is: i fucking love you, william s. burroughs. as things are standing, people are starting to resent me for existing, and i feel so very foolish thinking moving back home would do me some good, when all it has done is make everything so much worse; and now i can't leave for at least another 8 months, more than ( Read more... )

they say you can't change people, and i honestly wish i had never tried.
touche, "they"; you win.

i didn't know starting anew was code for, starting over from the very git go, without any friends. this is all i do. at least, at the very least, i love my bed.


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i'm going to turn this into a mostly photobased journal. probably a lot of polaroids, they're instant, and i'm going to have 420 glorious prints of them to take.


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( apartment pictures, sort of )