13 years exactly today.

I'm about to finish my first year of college with the worst gpa of my life.

Horrible, horrible, horrible. I feel horrible.

I don't know where I am and worst of all I have absolutely no idea where I'm going. I just want to listen to music, watch hours and hours of movies and tv, and read. Nothing else matters; nothing.

Oh, and driving over bridges hasn't been working like it once did.

I am Laura Wingfield.

I am making a horrible transition into adulthood. I am unaffected.

Sunday was one of the most difficult days of my life.

I have turned my new found joy of reading into an obsession (addiction really). I really like jumping in between worlds and living through the minds of (sometimes) fictional characters.

My only regret is that I'm not actually living, whether it be my life or someone elses. Oh well, away I gooooo...

I got a journal and that's really been helping out lately. I mostly doodle but, it still gets all the bad out. All the bad that's too bad to mention.

I got someone I like and that's really been helping out lately. I mostly laugh and, it gets all the good out into the world. All the good that was overlooked.

Now, as my first college semester is wrapping up I've realized I have no desire to ever get a career. Hell what am I good at that I could do for the next forty years? Listen to music.

i needed this flood to happen, but i still dont feel better.

i can't stop thinking about it

"She can't be a lesbian, she has big boobs. I'm not worried."

-Mom