listen

taymonlin: be looking for a letter. i’m mailing it tomorrow

talking ensures sanity. even when it’s uncomfortable and someone’s crying

i wish it was still snowing

where i end and you begin

i am the dust swept under the rug

 

fleeting, flitting, freeing moments of bliss. penetrate the dismal shroud

i should exercise today or something. probably

i am cold. then too hot. then cold again

everything is sticky and smells like raspberry vinaigrette 

try as i might

the “best friends” thing still stings just a tad. but, as with all things, it will get better

i would call last night a success

look for love

tonight will be very fun. tomorrow will be full of work

but that’s ok. i should have done work on friday but instead of did nothing. and i regret nothing. it was a “do nothing” type of day.

nice people make me a happy person

physics makes me want to cry

whiskey, jamming, and friends make up for a great saturday night. and 1 am talks about the most random shit with one of my favorite people here at northeastern. and then gardening this morning with some of the best kids i know. finally finding a place here on campus.

so what i didn’t go to the rager birthday party at BU last night. oops. i still had fun.

i wish i could write a song

Show me I’m important to you and I’ll stay forever

my dreams are my favorite place to go. even when they make absolutely no sense.

i don’t hate my mom. i don’t know if i hate my birth mom. but it depresses me because the only alternative to that is hating myself. for not being good enough for my birth parents to want to keep. and not being appreciative enough to be a cooperative daughter to my mom and dad.

and that is why i am sad. there is too much anger for me to not be able to channel it at someone.