9:23 p.m. + 2005-05-22
i've been reduced to this. hiding away so my friends can't see what's really going on in my head. i can't post them in my normal diary. everyone reads that. including the dreaded ex.
so i'm back here. it looks like i have to become anonymous. which is all i'd really like to do, really. pack a backpack and start walking down the highway with my thumb out. figure out where my mind is later. all that matters is getting the hell out of here. then i can figure out who i am, what i like, how i should live.
everyone keeps telling me things. like trevor, giving me vague, bullshit answers when i talk about slc punk being the downfall of modern day culture. he speaks of how there is beauty in everything, even ugliness. i understand that. but i wasn't speaking of that.
then there's jessica. with her attention whoring non-stop and constant need to be validating by having a boyfriend. it's stupid.
more on that later.
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everybody's stalking - 2005-05-22
anonymous girl
i'm a girl who's tired of being known by all...and yet known by none.
loves
the complete silence between night and morning.
hates
assumptions.
playlist
pretty girls make graves
badly drawn boy
azure ray
the dandy warhols
funeral for a friend
elliot smith
dashboard confessional
pavement