This is a collection of journal entries. A compilation of thoughts that I have written in the margins of books, words scribbled out on the back of paper napkins and sentences taken from the lines of an old notebook. I doubt this will ever be read, But if you happen to stumble across it? Please be careful. Its all I have..
Saturday
halten Sie Ihre roserys aus meinen overys heraus...
I just spent the last few hours having christmas with my family. . . remind me to tell you about it later..Anyways, I leave to go back to california in a few days. Then its two weeks of hardcore packing and saying goodbye to a place that was much much to good for me. In some wierd way I am almost glad to be coming back. Santa Cruz WAS to good for me - To happy, To positive - People got along there. How can I relate to that? I just can't be that way all the time. I think I prefer the concrete streets and starless skys of NYC then to be surrounded by somthing so beautiful all the time. A girl could get spoiled in a place like that. Can you understand a thing like that? Theres no search in santa cruz. I mean here in ny, I have to look daily for somthing beautiful - Somthing to believe in. I didnt have to look in california, everything was given to me. Beauty is a treasure not a gift - it should be found, not given.
Happy and Always
I wake up in the morning, only to be sad I awake again. I don't wish to be here, I live in constant, chronic agony. I have lost years ...
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I found love years ago, last month last week, and over the weekend. I found love today and I’ll find it tomorrow together, forever, and alw...
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I woke up today around 3am. I tried to go back to sleep, drifting in and out of a conscience state. I woke up today following a night of s...
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U You You are gone But you will never Ever Be Forgotten Mr. Christopher Larkin