i'm surrounded by great people.

today was a great time. just what i wanted. a car packed full on the way to freedom. i love my friends. and i'm appreciating them more everyday. a group of people who just make you smile like a little girl. the time didn't feel wasted? no time wasted?! that is the best. i am very happy with things, at least in this moment. i just wish everyone could be as happy me.

bree, tiapia and i are looking at two apartments tomorrow. i hope it will be everything we dreamed it would be. we're going to have the flyest place around.


there are alot of things i am looking forward to!

using exclamation points make me feel stupid.

itch

i have this feeling that the day is wasted, every single day. there is never enough time to accomplish all that i want to. but the good thing about this feeling is that it won't be around for too long. without responsibilities or deadlines i can do whatever i want. no pressure no pressure. you know what summer is all about? nothing.



i'm thinking this way. in simple shapes. to make out YOUR face.



model:elisa

im feeling tired

of all these failing tires.

california or bust

i sit in my car with some of my friends and dream of driving far away. well use my little light to read maps at night, listen to endless amounts of music and throw all our cell phones out the window on a lonely highway, all at the same time. without a purpose at all or maybe to just lie on the beaches and enjoy the summer sand. the sky will be blue, the money wouldn't be a problem, we would meet silly people and take silly pictures of them. no obligations, no where to sleep, no one to come home to. just you with your thick glasses, and you with your scarred skin, you and your girlfriend's blank stare, and me with my purple hair and blackened eye.

fucked up fathers

obsessions are weird and they need to stop. no one wants to come home because of yours. i constantly think about blood, dead bodies, car accidents. i don't understand myself. i'm tired of all the things in my room, no more possessions. but i know if i had a chance to throw everything out i wouldn't. i'm ready to get up and go, move on, start something else. i've got things to finish though and i know i just have to shut the hell up and deal with it. finish them. i'm going to go do that right now actually.

is there any use in searching?

being selfish may lead to unselfishness

its not you its not you its not you
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its not you its not you its not you
its not you its not you its not you
its always been me

constipation

there's something i want to say but i just don't know what that is or who i want to say it to.

friday i'm in love

the destruction of the perfect home destroys me. i don't know your name, i barely know your story but you made me cry.

also corny men who use the same jokes and tactics for at least two years have no place in my heart. you suck. get a real job. (am i really still thinking about this guy?)


i am becoming more and more frustrated with my home. i don't need your help, just your money.


mirah is my new love.