Something I wrote back in August 2015.
so saturday i spent my afternoon doing some graffiti. the participants and i walked to tony’s pizza where they were holding their beers in brown bags as i stood anxiously waiting for my slice. i could tell they were a little too buzzed and they walked towards the park. we sat in the middle and started chit chatting. somehow “what kind of food can you not live with out?” became the topic. cheese. bread. cheese. when the french girl asked me i said, wait for it, avocado. they burst out laughing. god you drunks laugh at everything. avocado is great. it’s a healthy fat and fucking delicious on its own. i don’t see how it was funny then again i guess i’m more healthy than them all.
Something I wrote back in September 2016.
i know what its like to be love. in a love so real that you have to check if your heart is still beating. i know i fell in real love and i know he was someone i truly loved. my greatest lesson in love was when i was with you.
it means falling in love slowly and imperfectly and vulnerably.
For the past 2 weeks, I have been feeling the same feeling. When I try to talk about it out loud to people, I want to cry because the very few people I’ve conversed with don’t get it. Partly I think it’s because they don’t know who I am, what I stand for, and why I care about small things. Why my opinions are more specific. Why I choose to stay away from the spotlight.
Making friends can be a real bitch. Sometimes people end up becoming difficult to deal with, which ultimately is what I dislike. Subsequently, I will avoid you. And after that, I will give no fucks about you so talking about why we stopped being friends will never happen. Here are 5 reasons why I probably don’t like you:
YOUR ADVICE SUCKS