February 2012
i feel so anxious and annoyed every second of my life.
“Angry, and half in love with her, and tremendously sorry, I turned away.”
– The Great Gatsby, F. Scott Fitzgerald
it’s weird to think of myself as an individual person.
“i will remember your small room, the feel of you, the light in the window, your records, your books, our morning coffee, our noons, our nights, our bodies spilled together, sleeping, the tiny flowing currents, immediate and forever, your leg my leg, your arm my arm, your smile, and the warmth of you, who made me laugh again.” Charles Bukowski
“what i want is to be needed. what i need is to be indispensable to somebody. who i need is somebody that will eat up all my free time, my ego, my attention. somebody addicted to me. a mutual addiction.”
i’m sleepy but i don’t really feel like i could sleep. i have homework and i need to shower before i go to bed, however i’m procrastinating like a mother fucker. i got a new part for my tattoo gun today, i’m really glad it finally works, i need something to do to fill up my time. i can’t wait to mess around with it tomorrow, and go to pf changs with donny as our late...
