February 2011
Holy fuck, I’m scared. I hate being so socially awkward and reticent.
“I had jumped off the edge, and then, at the very last moment, something reached...”
– Moon Palace, Paul Auster
I really hate washing my hair a couple days after dying it. And watching the shampoo turn into deep purple foam and swirl around the drain. And knowing my hair is going to be less black than it was before.
“I do want someone, need someone, you’re right…and when I’m with you, I feel like...”
– Naomi Campbell
January 2011
“I really think that everyone should have watercolors, magnetic poetry, and a...”
– Stephen Chbosky, The Perks of Being a Wallflower
“In a strange way, I had fallen in love with my depression. Dr. Sterling was...”
– Elizabeth Wurtzel
Jalksdjaskjd I have so much I want to do (need to do) and I actually have to do my homework because I promised myself I would this semester. And my art thing is going to take me like a million hours because I cross hatch at the rate of a turtle. And all I really want to do is curl up in bed and close my eyes. Rantovergoodbye.
According to Natalie, my eyes are the color of the surface of Mars. She says that’s a good thing. I’m confused.
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You really had to fucking wake me up at 7:30 to yell at me Dad? For something you agreed to last night? After I slept terribly and I’m getting sick again? Really?
I don’t know how to sleep and I desperately need it.
