Kitty

Anne Frank called her diary 'Kitty'.

Then she died.

I think I'd like to get gold hangers for my closet.

After I'm done making my collage for Raven, I'm going to make my own wallpaper and cover every available space in my room.

When I grow up...I'm going to design my house by myself. My bedro

om will be Tudor style, my kitchen and living room will be 1970's art Deco style, and my formal rooms will based on Jackson Pollock paintings and Betsey Johnson jewelry. All the bathrooms will be recreations of speakeasy bars...I want the tile floors to have glitter in them.

Sick Hypnotic

I found these in a book. I almost glittervomited.

Wait till you see what mommy bought me.

XMAS EVE

It's snowing outside.

There is nothing more repulsive than waking up late to snow falling on sodden, rotting roof tiles, painting my garden in different shades of sludge.

Anyways. I'm enjoying another brief period of euphoria. It will end soon. Most likely after Saturday. When reality will stand up, straighten up, and look me in the eye.

I loathe it.

GTFO BITCH. I'm readin poli science

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And you'll ask yourself...Where is my mind?

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You know how I said you shouldn't have to do graded assignments when studying poetry in school?

I feel like this is the way to go about it.

I don't feel like turning in my soul for a grade.

I'd rather share it with someone else, so I can see theirs.

The point of this one...I suppose...I've been picturing it in my head for a while...

This is how I hope to be re-integrated.

I want to watch Fight Club again with someone who appreciates it as much as I do.

Someone who'll cry with me when we watch it together.

I feel so fake.

All the time.

This is not the right part of me that I wanted to share with everyone. I hope whoever it is I was supposed to find will understand this when I find them.

I miss being able to have Motley Crue and JayZ and Radiosmith in my iTunes. Now I have nothing but Top 40 and Britpop.

Nothing, nothing, nothing....

I'm going to be doing a lot of reading this break. Reading and working out.

What a narcissist.

Just to fuck it up

I found a boy.

I was beginning to think I was asexual.

But I found him.

Now that I've found him.

Life, feel free to to ruin everything.

I'll repeat it.

I found a boy.

Then Life said,

"PSYCHE"

Is this really love?

Optimus Prime officially commences tomorrow.

Who knows.

I wonder what it feels like to get hit with acid.