i think one of my favorite things in life is waking up late and taking as long as you need to get ready.
fixing every detail.



i know its a little vain.
but hey now. life's too short not to be obsessed with yourself.

HOORAY.

just finished labeling the songs from the CD.
A GREAT CD... FROM THE GREATEST.
haha.

oh brie how i miss you.
and xtina too.

I CANT WAIT FOR VEGAS.

It’s so hard NOT to want to be like everyone else.
Even though I absolutely adore myself, I sometimes wonder how different (negative or positive) my life would be if I had lived a life in accordance to what society deems ‘normal’ (i.e. happily married parents, normal relatives.)
I am a deviant.

Your own existence is based upon what others think of you. What you think of yourself is irrelevant. If you think the world of yourself, but the world doesn’t then you’re trying to breathe underwater.

I miss my cousin.

I want to be so cursive. I want my brain to squirm and squish like a bag of spaghetti.
My fridge is a fiasco.
I just want to EXPLODE.
I want to bloom in bright magentas and canary yellows.
My heart clenches AND cramps
beatbeatBEATbeat

LET GO.
I want to learn.
I want to have the control so bad.
I am in complete control of my life and I hate it.
I have no control over control.
I feel like a mark. I feel like a position. I feel like a rubric. I feel like a wheel. I feel like the light switch.
I’m just here.
on&OFF
Just.

H e
r
e.

There’s so much I want to do and I am so restricted by money.
I’m not even living right now. I’m just doing what I am supposed to do.
Question.
Who decided what I am SUPPOSED to do?
I feel like college is not where I am supposed to be right now.
I want to go somewhere.
I want to live somewhere.
I want to figure out who I AM.


I feel so selfish for this laptop I’m typing on.


I want to be a man of my word.
I feel like what I say isn’t matching what I do.
I wish someone could just tell me what to do but I know I have to figure this one out on my own.

I NEED SOMEONE.

with a crisp weather-beaten exterior,
the remains of what used to be whole,

lays,

covered in ashes and submerged in a bed of dust.
the hands that last held it,
dominated it,
put it out with fury and anguish.
the paper is crumbled to an extent in which the brand is almost
unrecognizable.
burnt tobacco spills out every opening
and the filter is almost entirely pushed out.
what used to be a relaxer
or
even a curbed appetite just,

lays.

christ.

days at subway with brie and christina were some of the best of my life.

spanish can suck my balls.

why does everybody hate on the shy kids?

riddle me this bitch.

im hungry

hahaha.

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