i kissed her. me gusta.

she screamed. she screamed. don't cheat on me was going through my head. don't ever leave me. don't ever fall for someone else. i'll just die.

school? i realized i dont have the patience to be a photographer. i miss drama. i miss acting. i really fucking miss it. i also miss writing frequently. i miss it. i miss it.

there's nothing to say. i was a waiter sunday night. being a waiter is awful unless you need the money, but really it's still awful then. dan brown is a good suspense writer i suppose. we read the first chapter of middlesex today in ap literature. i have a C in that class maybe. maybe. maybe.

hey. hi. im in LOVE! oh poet! oh red headed scholar! girl from crayola share your dreams and entangle them with mine! oh im fastidious, but oh im fastidious but OH! share!

i will be throughly engaged in learning a new language + honing my writing skills as much as possible + working out on my unhealthy body + practicing musica + naturally being a businessman in the next 20 months. i have also decided i will not be going to nyu this year for sure as i am most in love and i am most scared of being alone in an unknown city.

i also feel i'd be disgracing new york if i went there unprepared. i feel like ive been wasting time and no more. NO MORE!