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"too much stuff, too many places, too much information, too many people, too much of things for there to be too much of, there is too much to know and i don't know where to begin but i want to try."

Sunday, November 14, 2010


it's pretty funny/ridiculous that every time i buy cigarettes the person at the counter stares intently at my ID to see if it's both real and of me. and then skeptical resignation. seriously, you have that much doubt that i'm over 18? when will i stop looking so young? it also doesn't help that my hair is different and i've lost some weight. but still...
sorry if you were expecting some "real" writing from me. i've been trapped in a world of my thoughts and kerouac and other nonsense. i've been writing gibberish. i sit in parks for hours just reading, writing, smoking, drinking cheap coffee. that's all i've become. none of it is particularly good, but it's getting me by.
to be honest, i'm quite lonely. i've reached a roadblock. i ran into a friend today and [awkwardly?] ate lunch and walked home with him. i only say awkwardly because i know i can be so much better. i know i'm not supposed to be this distant.
i'm doing laundry now and slowly inching towards delayed homework. i want to be back in the park, though, listening to the man next to me playing guitar and singing folk songs. i want to hear his lonely, perfect story. i want someone to share stories with. and fuck. lately i've been imagining having sex with far too many people.
i think my classes are bullshit, i think my friends are bullshit. the only things that seem real, things i find myself clinging to, are momentary, like kisses and hot soup and smoke.
in summation, i feel ugly, lonely, and very lost in my own head. (i need drugs and some good music to dance to. and good people to dance with. i need too many things.)


Geneviéve Cuva said...

Hahahaaa! ♥ ♥
Maybe you need some tea? I actually have some sort of coffee-teabag thing, it's new to me but maybe the rest of the world has been using them for a while and I just caught on.
Aaaaaand if possible, maybe you could possibly go on a roadtrip to Cali and pick me up on the way?
I wish you luck in whatever it is you're trying to live, maybe not being quite so awkward, the demayed homework, and all that jazz.

Nikdoo! said...

Alia I'm so sad we never got a chance to meet up in NY! I'll be back eventually though. I was wondering if you ever find yourself missing MVA, sometimes I wish things were back to the way they used to be. My friends then really cared about me and we were all connected to something bigger than any one of us. But that's just me!