July 2011
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I feel hopeless again.
These hot summer days, where I stay up until the blue light of early sunrise streams through my blinds, and I wake up around 3 in the afternoon…I feel totally useless.
It’s frustrating. I have a lot on my mind: the future, the present, the past, where it’s all going. But feeling trapped and having so much to say and not knowing how to articulate any of it… So its just this...
June 2011
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Additional blog created.
This one is for poetry, short stories, and other things that I write.
It’s supremely personal and password protected. If you’re interested, put a request in my ask box.
Aside from that, Happy Father’s Day, everyone. I hope my dad likes the brownies I just made him.
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I'm way too San Francisco for this city.
Earlier tonight I rode around the city with my old razor scooter that I got when I was 11, and watched the sun come up whilst going down National and Sepulveda. It was lightly sprinkling and there were birds chirping and fluttering around me as I flew down that one hill that goes by the new Le Lycee Francais High School Building.
Which made me think, as beautiful and enjoyable as it was, its...
There's some days
where you just feel like throwing your arms up and screaming to the moon, but you don’t know how to.
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everyday i wake up
and i don’t have it in me to get out of bed.
I honestly didn’t want this blog to focus on me bitching about how boring and unhappy my life is at the current moment, but its really come down to that. Which makes me sad, as you could imagine.
I hate being unmotivated, unattractive, and uninterested. I feel like I’m middle-aged already, lying around the house sleeping and sitting...
“Girls have balls. They’re just a little higher up, that’s all.”
– Joan Jett (via angelover)
“What horrifies me most is the idea of being useless: well-educated, brilliantly...”
– Sylvia Plath (via indieleather)
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One of those days where
for whatever reason, I had no desire to put on clothes.
I sleep in my underwear usually, fyi.
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I won’t pretend for a second that I know who I am.
I’m a mess of a person who tries to impress in an effort to deflect from the distress.
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I'm a mess,
so i guess its appropriate for me to have a meltdown kind of post, just as a bunch of my friends feel like they too are falling apart, but hey. we are all human, we have issues we have problems. and its only just recently in the past month or so that ive given it thought that, quite possibly, i may have some super serious issues that i am only realizing now are super serious. In that same way that...
