i miss getting high in the snow.

i have never met so many annoying, rude, childish, pathetic people in my entire life.

i love nonchalantly throwing up in my parent's house at 6:37 A.M. happy fucking birthday martha b.!

last night brought me back april.

i miss playing piano.

last night equals 150 bar tab full of iggy pop drinks and instense conversations on life and living. i need a job.

i wish american football never broke up, you would love it.

nice joint. since.......

today kirsten and i saw agyness deyn walk by us in union square. i love new york city but i am already sick of all the rich spoiled cunts that go to this school. ;)

trust and human beings are the two most superficial things in the entire world. 

emotional.

i kind of miss being thought about. i kind of miss being where i was...why is this a reoccurrence? i know why...

the first few nights my stomach has felt absolutely disgusting. i want to blame it on alcohol but it's not quite the same feeling. i miss the comfort of my bed, and i kind of want to say thats the only thing i miss but you know there's more. i cant blame it on homesick because why would i get homesick? sarcastically saying that is.

moving in tomorrow morning; leaving tonight. hello new york city, it's about time.

this week my neighbor tried to kill his wife.

will i ever return to normalcy? if ever? again?

things ARE getting better.

and for the risks we take

i'll take my love to the grave

as tired and worn it is

i'll take my love to the grave

24.

after certain situations of talking to any person, i have regrets as to why i didn't knock that motherfucker out.

22.

the three graces in greek mythology are said to be the personification of beauty and perfection. their presence was the assurance of pleasure and happiness. this will be my next piece on my stomach and/or the gap of my back.

 

21.

closure.

20.

i would like to talk to you, but without us fighting. i wish i could make you understand and understand myself.

19.

lifestyle needs to change...

stomach ache.

motherfucker, i hate getting fucking drunk and procrastinating.

but i do love spending endless hours in random parks with the people i love the most.

xo.

11.

the more i'm here, the more hate i have.

nine.

i need to trust myself before i can trust another.

seven.

it is finally may and about a month left until i can get out of this shitty wannabe-of-a-city. i cant wait to stick my toes in the sand and feel the sun's rays all over my skin. i can't wait until im not a poor bitch anymore and i can actually afford nice clothes and makeup and food and photo supplies and my very own view camera and more and more and more cool stuff. i am still in complete shock im moving to new york city after the summer. i am going to have so much fun, ive always wanted to live in manhattan and i cant believe its seriously going to happen! ugh i am so excited! please new york: don't be full of the same civilians filthadelphia houses!

i have hit an all-time low.

one to two.

i wish i had the answers and i wish it were easy...or do i?