February 2010
23 posts
This could be the end of everything
Hope I don’t fuck it up
January 2010
17 posts
Sugar-high but so tired
I want this kid but I don’t know how to go about talking to him. HMMMM.
But also tonight I wished for it to rain and it did…. “And then God said let there be rain and there was rain. And God saw the rain and saw that it was good.” hahah
My life is so concerning.
“You’re nothing but trouble for your father and your city, A joke to your enemies and an embarrassment to yourself.”
This semester:
Research Methods II :: (has 5 people in it, get to present my research at the Psychology Department’s Annual Undergraduate Research Conference and also at the College’s Academic Celebration
Ancient Epic :: (Reading the Iliad, the Odyssey, Ovid’s Metamorphosis, Vergil’s Aeneid, and Appollonius’ The Voyage of the Argo: The Aronautica, all of which I read in high...
And I see you fogging up the mirror Vapor round your body glistens in the shower And I want to stay right here and go down on you for an hour Or stay, and let the day just fade away In wild dedication, take the moment of hope And let it run
c. September 5, 2007 --> September 3rd, 2009 March...
Old diary entries
“I was over it at that point. You know when a guy sees you as nothing other than a sex object, you can just see it in his eyes.” -April 9, 2008. “…but I’ve just been thinking a lot about the stuff we talked about now, and he was really cute. He looked at me the way Jordan does- and no one else ever does that.” -September 6, 2009.
Funny how time can change...
I wish I could talk to you whenever I wanted to. It was always like that. I’d have to wait for you to be online or to call me from a random number to talk to you. But it was easier then. And it was so innocent; you wanted me, I wasn’t so sure about you. I always had the control, whatever I said was the way it was. But I always knew you’d go back to her. It’s weird how...
“Fuck me. I’m so tired of being me. Me beautiful. Me ugly. Blonde. Brunette. A million fucking fashion makeovers that only leave me trapped being me. Who I was before the accident is just a story now. Everything before now, before now, before now, is just a story I carry around. I guess that would apply to anybody in the world. What I need is a new story about who I am. What I need to...
I hate it here.
I want another life
Watched 500 Days of Summer just now…made me cry just like it did the first time. It’s so fucking depressing haha. Damn. I wish I could be like her and not like him.
Been questioning so much lately. Don’t know where my life is going, and I feel like I’m holding onto lots of things simply due to lack of something better. I kinda don’t like who I’m becoming. I am...