Tomorrow is Monday.
But I'm not going to school anymore.
The midterms begin the day after tomorrow.
But that doesn't matter to me now.
I have to find some place to work.
I can't stay here forever.
But what would I be able to do?
All the facts and formulas I've learned up to now won't help me a bit.
They're useless!!!!!!!!!
If I go to college without an objective.
I'll just waste years of my life.
My time would be better spent working and saving some money while I look for what I want to do in life.
"Even if I don't like myself for being so weak.
But I'd like to be spoiled by the guy I love...
without thinking about that.
Is that such a foolish thing?"
Coachella girls – she is the spirit of 21 st century hipster-girldom.
and of the one weekend of every year when indie-rock America leaves its blog unattended and throws on an American Apparel bikini top to see an elder-goth band play songs about vampires.
and she is not there to talk to you.
she will push past you in the crowd one skinny arm holding a lit cigarette in the air. elbowing her way through cordons of heat drunk kid to get closer to Blonde Redhead, the silverpickups, or MSTRKRFT.
she will have Jenny Kerris bangs or a headband of bungess – cordbraids, or she will be wearing a hat – some kind of Grandma-goes-to-cozumel-in-1975 situation.
but it’s the bare shoulder that gets you somehow.
it will hurt to look at them.
they will make you feel as though you’ve been shot in the spine with some powerful neurotoxin-tipped dart.
like the very fact of your clumsy, anxious existence of this planet is an effort to her bold, strapless vigor.
then the crowd will close up behind her and she will be gone.
I'm a decent sized contradiction.
Fathoming my personality is something I'd describe as difficult. Don't expect to detect a pattern. Don't expect our relationship to be one of simplicity. I'm not a flower. I'm not a bolt of lightning. I'm both. Forgetting your compass would be most unwise, because I'm an adventure. I don't fall into stereotypes, or categories. I'll make you smile. I'll make you worry. I'll be the best you've seen, and I'll be sure to be the worst. I really hate repeating myself but..
I'm a decent sized contradiction
I wont care for you, like Im really supposed to. There are things I'll do that could really hurt you.
cocaine is the most fickle and infuriating drug.
Heroin. far more faithful. in my experience.
Drugs are apart of life.
Drug. gave me an identity.
Cocaine quited my self-hatred. which i didnt know at the time was a system of depression.
Heroin would always still my mind. provide a sense of safety and confort. distance from my cares.
I love Heroin. but i longed for coke.
the most abusive lover was cocaine.
i experiment them.
BAD HABITS DIE HARD SWEETIE.