basically what we have here is a dreamer. somebody out of touch with reality. when she jumped, she probably thought she'd fly

last night was such a mixture of emotions. regretting some aspects alot this morning, but heaps happy with others. my entire body aches, and my face is grazed and my hand and knee hurt so so much. but oddly enough i think it was worth it.

now the sky is a dangerous brown and blue. ominous with possibilities.

been reading the virgin suicides all day. i really really like it. so much that i almost don't want to read it because i'm scared about finishing it.

less than a month to go, gosh i'm frightened. 'i'll miss you' doesn't even start to cover it.

x