the weak girl with crying tears
I wanna go on a roadtrip someday. Alone or with someone I love. I wanna get away. Explore places. Sleep in the car. Stop a lot just to admire the view. Visit museums and try out coffee shops. Listen to my favorite albums while driving. Have a polaroid camera. Take pretty pictures of the sunrise. Take pictures of myself. Run through a forest. Chase fog. Chase the sun. Spend hours on a field making flower crowns. Feel the wind in my hair. Buy souvenirs. Meet people. Take time to observe. I wanna make memories. I wanna feel alive.
It’s Friday night. I’m bored to death. Was hoping we could all play games and maybe drink. Nothing is going on. Maybe I should just go to bed..

It’s Friday night. I’m bored to death. Was hoping we could all play games and maybe drink. Nothing is going on. Maybe I should just go to bed..

bombing:

Columbian artist Lola has a knack for painting over sordid polaroid photographs, leaving everything and nothing to the imagination all at once

Before you diagnose yourself with depression or low self-esteem, first make sure that you are not, in fact, just surrounded by assholes.
—William Gibson

I asked my friend for a cigar and smoked the whole thing myself. Maybe it’s a sigh of depression? It’s the cause of him.. I wish he could still treat me like how he used to. I feel left out without being with them. Maybe I just want him to want me there. I don’t know I shouldn’t feel this way. I just want someone someone to want me there.. At least ask. I don’t want to just appear there.

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