something is unimaginably surreal..
fuck bio

it's almost 3.30 monday morning and i am so awake ( Read more... )

the person whose job it is to not let me watch cruel intentions should do her job better.

i'm feeling rather empty and lost and... tumultuous, again

if i sort of got what i wanted, why am i crying during dance shows and leaving early and being inescapably lonely? the best part of my day is when someone acknowledges that i'm there, even for a second... and it never lasts long ( Read more... )

and i probably wouldn't mind being drunk off my ass

and i really want a fucking cigarette

i thought that this year was going to be so different from last year; that i wouldn't be constantly lonely, or depressed, or both... yet somehow i'm still so miserable that i'm even wishing i was back in rome. there are times when i just want to be anywhere but school.. but i can't go home, and my dad doesn't have a [home], so i just wander around ( Read more... )

sitting on the sun porch, listening to people criticize me in the kitchen.

i'm packed, i haven't finished my summer work, and i'm getting my dirty secrets out of the house.
see you all later

no more philip, i guess. it's more complicated than i was planning for it to be... but i guess as well that being quasi-single is a fair enough way to start the year
i'll see you soon enough
let's have a cigarette