November 2011
I'm so gangstar
that I pop pills.
Pills prescribed to me by my doctor. Woooo. I’m craycray.
October 2011
I was only 19, you were 29
It’s just 10 years, but it’s such a long time
In a heartbeat, I would do it all again
Late night sex, smokin’ cigarettes
I try real hard but I can’t forget
Now in a heartbeat, I would do it all again
Now I see that you and me were never meant
Never meant to be now, now I’m lost somewhere
Lost between Elvis and suicide
Ever since...
Watching Skins UK
makes me think.
Love, lust, drugs, friendship, relationships…?
Everything’s complicated.
And love “focking” sucks. Blimey.
Running away from everything would be ideal ala Effy… but she ends up horribly as well.
Also, my eyes are swollen. This along with the itchiness = no bueno.
That awkward moment when you're the third wheel →
I kind of need someone to be here with me right...
Fuck studying for midterms. I will fail.
I’m dying of an unknown disease. Seriously. It’s unbearable. Need to pop meds.
Also, panic attack.
Greatest day ever.
Fat ass.
Liar liar pants on fire
Whoops!
I suck at keeping promises to myself.
Value others more than self.
Not cool, Lillian. No bueno.
2AM
Kale Chips
Brie
Baguette.
