I just need to puke this to the surface, by the time I finish writing this I'll already feel a little better

I just wish the f-ing internet would work in this messy and broken down apartment. Like most, its been a pretty tremendous day, right down to the semi-accidental prat fall I pulled in practice this afternoon. But then, like all the rest of the days it hits that honest time of night and I just want don't know what to fucking do with myself.

What the hell does it mean to be happy being alone.

I bought myself flowers and pineapple and it felt great. I love Shakespeare. I cannot spell.

Why do you want the ones who hurt you? Why is it that the ones who treat you worst make you feel like they, regardless, know you best?

I hate women who are not strong enough to stand without male counterparts. I think they are without respect for what it is to be human being. I am whole without you all.

Why don't you see me?

I don't want to need rescuing, but I so want to be rescued.

"just tryin' to get myself some gravity"-CC

you silly girl, you have fallen miserably in love with love