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I saw him for the first time
in a year, tonight.
Two summers ago, we were
Smitten kittens
Now
We’ve grown apart.
He broke my heart
and I may not be in love with him
But I’ll always love him
He’s one of those friends that
You can pick up
right where you left off.

I don’t know. “You’s a sexy bitch” is pretty disrespectful.

We drove down the slick, black street in the drizzly weather, and the fluorescent street lamps shone upon the most beautiful face I’d ever seen.

Waking up shrieking
I wish I could sleep again
Ugh, I hate nightmares

I tell everyone I want to be a photojournalist, but I’d much rather be First Lady of the United States.

I want to have friends and I want to be in love… but apparently, decent human beings are few and far between in this small town.

I want to dance down the street during a rainy day in Manhattan.

“I want to hear raucous music, to see faces, to brush against bodies, to drink fiery Benedictine. Beautiful women and handsome men arouse fierce desires in me. I want to dance. I want drugs. I want to know perverse people, to be intimate with them. I never look at naive faces. I want to bite into life, and to be torn by it…” -
Anaïs Nin 

Tonight, my mother and I got on the train in Times Square. It stopped at 49th street, and then at 57th. We walked a few blocks to our hotel and took the elevator to our room. While unlocking the door, we both felt an overwhelming sense of anxiety. We checked all of the closets. We peeked out the window to times square and spied 5 police cars, 2 ambulances, and what looked like a bomb squad car. I searched twitter to figure out what had happened, and I discovered that some one had killed themselves by jumping in front of the train, possibly the one right after ours. It’s very very sad. I wish no one felt hopeless enough to kill themselves. Even though I’ve never met this soul, I’m heartbroken.