i miss your stupid face.




.....which makes me a little bit stupid too.


alright kids, thats enough regression for now.

Sometimes i would makeout with this boy.
The next day he'd get angry and call me a slut.
So when he left for the summer i madeout with his bestfriend.


BESTFRIEND:



HA.

good link

from overheardinnewyork.com:
Woman: Is there a special event going on at Columbia this summer? Because I've seen a lot of Asians around.
--116th & Broadway

he's so quotable

"ummm, raspberries for wyatt" - wyatt

"those were my rich, good-looking friends. i also have other rich, not as good-looking friends" - wyatt

"she's french. i used to have a crush on her back in the day, i don't anymore, but i still dont like it when my pretty, rich friends that i used to party with come into work when my face is greasy and breaking out"- wyatt, on the tan pretty girl.

"Working here makes my face greasy. it's horrible"- wyatt, on the market.

Sometimes I would rather tip over the edge of my black hole than be with people she wrote.

later on she would write about tyler trying to have sex with her- and jeff trying to kiss her- even after all the crap he put her through.

MAYBE YOU MISUNDERSTOOD. MAYBE I MISUNDERSTOOD. MAYBE THATS THE WAY THINGS ARE REALLY MEANT TO BE.


I want my bf back. The one i loved. the one that meant something before he tried to silently erace me. the one who i had to reduce to a single letter. i want the boy back who made me cry from the inside the first time i saw him- really saw him- across the grass. i want the boy back who is using his friends- even tonight- to lessen his guilt- to ask the questions he wont ask and i wont answer.


I also want to be profoundly drunk right now.

sometimes i feel like:

"raymond is black, schizophrenic and has spent most of his adult life in prison. it's going to be hard to say no." -hunting unicorns

should i make a list so you can hate me more?

i've been dating a lot.

it's my defense against not getting over you.

i date like it's medication
like it's sedation
like it's intoxication

but it's not- i mean i wish that it was, trust me i do- but it never seems to have the desired effect. and at 19 i feel too old and out of practice to do this. MEET NEW PEOPLE. HAVE EMPTY CONVERSATIONS ABOUT THE LIFE I'VE ALREADY LIVED. LAUGH AT THE JOKES THAT I'M SUPPOSED TO LAUGH AT.

but somehow i manage to be good enough for these boys to call for days afterwards.


but they are not you and you are not you and i am not me.