I saw, I smelled what he did to you, girl, and to be frank, the thought makes my innards curl. How he preyed on your ripe insecurities. The thorn in your side is alive, and it's killing me. Obscure records entombed in his room with mechanical lust, diapered, desolate middle-aged doom. On your knees in his downtrodden shit-eating grin of a room. If only you'd meet me here soon.
i've stopped sleeping/eating. i just have no time.
even though i'm ridiculously stressed, this is the happiest i've been in awhile in terms of all my friendships and relationships and what not.
debate team tomorrow. yeah bitches i'm on secretary of debate team. it's actually so much fun and i love it so much AND WE ARE NOT AS NERDY AS YOU THINK WE ARE. i seriously think we're the only debate team in connecticut that every member has gotten their first kiss because a lot of those other teams are hellaaaa geeky, a la those mathlete kids in mean girls. not even an exaggeration. anyway, we're really cool and i love it.
i need to finish this english ap paper.
bury my heart at wounded knee is actually really good? it's super depressing but i liked it.
I've been meaning to do something like this for awhile but now that I have new friends (actually just like one. IRRELEVANT) I though I'd give you an ~update on my life. Because most of my journal entries are either "blah blah blah my life sucks" or "blah blah blah my life rules" or "blah blah blah my life is boring" but this is sort of an overview I guess. A cheat sheet to refer to when my journal entries make no sense. I guess. I don't know.
Post anything you'd like at all. A secret, a question, a confession, a declaration of your undying love or hate for me, something you fear, a letter to someone you'll know you'll never send, ask for advice, anything at all. Post as many or as few times as you like, it doesn't matter.