but i am like Andy Zipf. “I won’t be sold the lies of the world.”

and this.

“So the more things remain the same, the more they change after all–plus c’est la même chose, plus ça change. Nothing endures, not a tree, not love, not even a death by violence.” – A Separate Peace, John Knowles

seems like only a month or two ago, all my dreams were coming true. now all the nightmares are…

i went to boston and couldn’t find an apartment. and it felt so fucking lonely and sad. i hate being in limbo. homeless and homesick at the same time. and my mom called me and immediately after i got off the phone with her, i sobbed in the car in front of my dad. and all he could say was “why are you crying.”

my car broke in nj. and i am back in media with no boy, no car, no place to call home in a couple months. all my stability, all my comforts, gone.


So why do you fill my sorrow
With the words you’ve borrowed
From the only place you’ve known
And why do you sing Hallelujah
If it means nothing to you
Why do you sing with me at all?” -dr