Listening to Daniel Johnston in the Frick, reading dad’s melancholic Australia trip log, crying for my childhood.
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my friends are kind of all i have right now which is why i love them. maybe i don’t love them but i have to because i have absolutely nobody else. i can’t put all of my self onto one person. one person can’t hold me up so i try and i try which is why i love them and they love me.
i had a good time relative to how i’m feeling. 2 novembers ago freshman year in early winter with the purple sky and kaleidoscope hazes, one of my most joyous days in which i loved everything and everyone. i guess that was a happier me.
in the park
when teresa was mad she was probably thinking about her retreat and how she had to go from such a powerful experience to hanging out with teenage druggies. in the park. on a sunday. with the best weather in a while.
it looks like i’m crying in that photo but i’m not or maybe i’ll be dramatic and say that i am
i haven’t had enough sleep, i’m stressed out from school, i’m stressed out from friends, i’m stressed out about who gives a fuck. tonight i’m going to put in earplugs and not set an alarm and maybe not wake up for class on time but have 10 hours of beautiful blissful uninterrupted, hazard free sleep