January 2011
I scarily feel as if i’m losing myself again. As I sit here, with my hypo-allergenic tissues, a brand new diary unopened, I feel as if i’m going through a stage I’ve already been through. How is this possible? It can’t be because of you. Because as far as I know, you’ve already left. Your gone. Your so far away from me now, that I may as well be looking down at you...
“I do not want to be the leader. I refuse to be the leader. I want to live darkly...”
– Anais Nin (via sex-death-rebirth)
2011
fumbles in the back of cabs
too many offers for cigarettes
fast cars and the smell of exhaust
university
old friends - good memories
reminisce
“i’m fucked”
alot
back to my old habit of stealing pens
mackay
hopefully
license
dance
dance
dance
sailing
islands
sweat
exercise
speechless
Neapolitan ice cream
books
and more books
library buddies
horrible...
