SEVENTEEN. a luscious mix of curiosity and imagination. Music is an eargasm. Words are fucking beautiful. Pictures kill your soul. Take what you have and love it.
July 9, 2009
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I’m waiting for my man..
26 dollars in my hand.
reading my past entries is very rebelling and annoying? and that wasn’t so long ago. Being in somewhere that isn’t where I’m use to be is just wow I need a rain check. I’m lost.. or am I just overthinking it? I don’t know anymore my entries are changing very slyly and my mind has a whole different perspective after just a few weeks with people you really thought you knew but don’t, yeahh things are just so hasty and vague nowadays and I’m really glad I did this drastic change.. but my mind is currently somewhere else I have yet to figure out. I claimed to know who I am at this age but I fuck am seventeen! I know shit.
