Once again this journal is simply no longer who I am.  Maybe it never was, though I doubt that.

In any case, utilization of the moleskine has been much more efficient.

I don't think that I believe in soulmates anymore.  Or, at least in the idea that everyone in the world has one specific person who they're meant to be with.  Which is a little it disillusioning, since that was an idea I'd held onto for the larger part of my life.  It's time to move to the real world, where things are finite, and life is a lot loss ( Read more... )

London is amazing

i have a feeling a lot of these blogs will be drunken

of course the one boy i feel "that" with has a girlfriend.

oh well, friends are cool.

i think i have problems.

note to self: no self centered of self consciousness

thanks.

It's amazing.  I love that as time passes, it seems to become easier and eaiser to form connections with people.  I love that I am absolutely certain that, no matter what, some of you will always be there.  Even if we aren't talking ( Read more... )

This time tomorrow I'll be international ( Read more... )

Are we all doomed to be in a constant state of missing the place we're not in?

All of my NYU friends are at Bonnaroo right now, and I couldn't be there.  "It'd be too awkward" or "I'm not ready yet".  I hate the way things work out sometimes, and I hate my stupid insecurities, the irrational fear that I have, that because I'm not going on this roadtrip, and literally everyone else is, they'll all forget about me, become an ( Read more... )

Everything's different between us now. And I don't like it, really.  But I guess that's what happens, right? We grow up, we grow apart.  Doesn't mean we go apart though, and I know that.  So it's fine.

Then there's always the beauty of growing back together again, in places you least expect.

I slept in till 2 today, which is pretty late, even for me, because I was dreaming about...my wedding. Have I mentioned that I'm all of 19?  Apparently, dream Kimberly finds this to be an appropriate marrying age ( Read more... )

An excerpt ( Read more... )