Tuesday, July 21, 2015

There is an extra special nasty little place in hell for my landlord in particular.

Tuesday, July 14, 2015

I can't conjure up a memory of how it feels to be in a romantic relationship with someone who loves me back. I remember feeling happy and very blissed out, but only in words-- I can't recall the physical memory one bit. It's both a wonderful and terrifying realization-- it's a pleasant feeling to be alone AND not searching or yearning, and it's confusing to still feel some sort of weird undirected romantic drive. Crushes without context.

Friday, July 3, 2015


It's a mud mask and tooth pain kinda night, in a driving test and GRE prep kinda summer.