So I haven’t been on here in awhile but I really do miss writing about life and being able to look back on things later on. I’m currently sitting on the couch with Prince and Doddle, watching The Holiday. All I keep thinking about is being back at school with Nora and having our room decorated all cutesie. 

What is it that makes me feel like I am way beyond my so-called peers? Why is it that I find the things that they believe to be enjoyable utterly stupid? Sure, I like drinking with my friends but my life does not hinge on it. I will never be able to fathom this whole drive for partying. What’s so fun about getting fucked up at a random party? Why is getting high more ideal than real life? Why are some people so wrapped up in being cool that they’re willing to sacrifice the important things- RELATIONSHIPS, SCHOOL, OPPORTUNITIES. 

RELATIONSHIPS, SCHOOL, OPPORTUNITIES. 

RELATIONSHIPS, SCHOOL, OPPORTUNITIES. 

RELATIONSHIPS, SCHOOL, OPPORTUNITIES. 

Among other things

Ever try to console the inconsolable? It’s rough. You spend so much time wondering what you should say or do, making offers, sending caring messages but in the end you still feel like you haven’t even scratched the surface of making them feel better.