November 2011
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Things I like about my roommate.
She askes me to go to dinner with her and then sits with someone else.
October 2011
“So therefore, I dedicate myself to myself, to my art, my sleep, my dreams, my...”
– Jack Kerouac (via suzywire)
Oh, these feelings of inadequacy.
Time and time again you haunt me with thinking I’ll never be good enough.
You asked me why I loved you.
you already knew that you make me feel alive, so that tells me you read my blog, so I will make you a list…in the morning when I’m sober.
I like to drink Guiness.
I’m out at indian summer, drinking guiness in an empty room where people normally dance. I tought people would be out and I could just jump in their party, but no one is here. I’ll probably wander down the street and find a few bars until one of the three people I texted earlier responds with a no. I don’t go out and party as much as I used to so its difficult to finnd people...
I am alive.
I don’t know how to express this right now, but he does have my heart.
