UPDATE:
19 years old
off to Bennington College
angry
spiteful
never falling in love again.

who needs love? NOT ME!

transatlantic fighting with your best friend sucks. why am I such a prick?

if that means that I smell pretty bad right now.

Who needs love? Not me!
Who needs friends? I got me!
Who needs drugs? Me!
Who needs sex? I got me!

Old music, I do declare.

I will never, ever come back to Milan. This place is too fucking hot.
Italy should invest in giant fans.

(818): wouldve been great, if we lived in constant slow motion cause that shit lasted 30 seconds and half the time he was putting on the condom

also, this:

(540): what do you have against ST
(1-540): DO NOT ABBREVIATE LIKE YOU AND STAR TREK ARE FRIENDS.

Angsty music, humid weather and I have gained an embarassing amount of weight. I calculated the other day how much I've gained in pounds and it is...well, shameful ( Read more... )

she was born to be the woman you can blame ( Read more... )

I am under a bell jar and my life is a 3D panoramic of things that I cannot touch.
I am made of empty hands.
Also, I am all out of cigarettes.

Is it normal to be this dicontent? maybe that's why they call it teenage angst.

I have a boyfriend named Ale who is not only the antithesis of my type, but he annoys me to no end. I don't really like him at all. He reminds me of my brother, except I have to have sex with him.  He's kind and sweet and really into me, and I don't want to dump him for three reasons ( Read more... )

my feet do not want to stay put.
I was not happy in buffalo, I am not happy in Milan, I was not happy in Paris.
I do not want to go 'home.' I do not want to stay here.

"sleeping is just like dying for eight hours."
you told me that once, and it was a comfort to me then too.