lyris

Breakups are shit. Not the shit. Just shit. Like poo.

Also, art is good.

Also, maybe I want to move back down to california. Not because my parents are here. Dear god, no. One week with them continues to prove too much. They make me very angry. However, the best girl in the world lives down here. No really. She's better than all the rest of them. Trust me. I've known this for years, and I've proud to say that other people are finally noticing (she's always been a bit inconspicuous). Being here with her has reminded me how much I'd love to live with her.

So maybe after I've let this existential crisis thing run its course through a hundred american cities and a bajillion crazy stories, then I'll move back to Cali and be with her.

There's a boy that likes me. I don't feel...