You will never be my dear, dear friend

This IS the floor that people die on.

Enslaved to many

I hate those 'with-or'without' people.

You didn't mean it baby

Backup. Baby, backup.
Did you forget everything?

:)

Put me on a plane and fly me to anywhere

I find myself wishing to scratch myself out of my skin. I envy the sunny days for the sunny people. I know what's wrong with me, but I don't know why I find them wrong. My perception is blind and gloomy. I'm in longing. Longing for I don't even know. Today I slept in and out to stop aching. Ran to improve myself. Took smaller portions to be a smaller person. Ditched a session because I lack sleep already. I'm feeling sorry for myself for no reason. My facial expression is of a sad and familiar one. I think I'm just bored of THIS life.

You're teh strongest friend I have

I admire your ability to understand all of the cons, shames, and troubles and somehow still find something to laugh about. You can still look at the source straight in the eye and say a simple "Fuck You." You can be a dick, but it's your way. You can be insensitive, but I know you're just breaking. You can be a dick to me, but 8:45AM says a lot. So do phone calls till 4AM. And txts asking if I'm still awake at 2AM. You'll make it out more than alive. No doubt about it.

New inspiration (L)

“I had eyes only for her,
but then my eyes said, ‘FUCK HER,YO!’
and my brain said, ‘yeah.’
and my heart said, ‘seriously, love is fucked!”

One constant crave

"Keep your head up girl"

WHOA! Remember the word morals and it's full leading towards the personal right and wrongs in life? I forgot about them this whole summer- perhaps even the year. "But morals are for children and adults. The time inbetween is left for discovery. And we are still to discover them."

Levitte or Leave it.

I'd rather believe in an unexplained wonder than be fearlful and not give any unexplained wonder a name no matter how much of it has filled my little self. Bravehearts believe in what they feel most. I don't want to be a pessimistic realist. What's coincidence? What's fate? What's serendipity? Lacking. Sweet. The best. Bravehearts is all I ask for.

The last damn step

I'd rather defeat you with pelting tears and severe hysteria than the usual unladylike seduction that anyone would rather see. But fuck it. Fuck it all. It'd be the last damn step if I could. But I can't. So fuck it. We play it out. I tease around. I let you in. In far too deep. The flaw is set. I'll never compare. You're looking back. I shut my lips. Let it all pass. Remain still while you pick up and leave. Routine one is done. It's happened too many times I don't even know who this is about.

91st Street Garden

I wanted it to be you.
I really wanted it to be you.

I'm sooooooooooo excited!

I have a day planned out for all of my most cherished acquinatances.

And I can't wait to spend it with each of you individually...

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Today I...

Found something illegal in my bag. Had a phone conversation with the Charming Comedian from 12AM-3:45AM. We spoke about the things we usually talk about, it was good. Read your letter twice. I do this alot for some reason. Almost fell asleep till I heard my brother's alarm clock at 4AM. Hit teh clock for him. Brought the cat to my room, sweet-petted her till she left. Got dressed. Moved things to the car. There was a shoeless woman walking around the complex saying that she locked herself out. But it was weird cause we've never see her before. First song the radio played at 5AM: You Belong With Me. Texted Charming Comedian to say just that. We just drove and drove. Studded my dirty bleached jean vest. Looks BAMF. Watched the sky gradience infront of my eyes. Finally saw my first sunrise. On the horizon of Lake Erie. That was golden. Julia Alicandro was my last text at the border. Drove on an American highway for the first time. First time driving on a highway at all. BAMF no? Parked in the middle of two spaces, whatever. Didn't drive again. Fell asleep. Thought about things. I'm being bothered, but whatever. Passed by Scranton. Had two jello fruit cups. Two apple juice boxes. Pictured puppy dog faced Drake while listening to Lust for Life. New York City traffic is a killer. Wind in my face was a killer. Couldn't feel my face when we got off the highway. Sweaty, sticky, hair tied in a bun. Arrived. Greeted. Smartfood and Coke. Maybe I'll get Toms instead? I love it here.