Then Let Me Go.


It's getting to the point where I never like what I write here. The only thing that seems to stay is the Nic Sheff quote, from one of my favorite books. Makes me think that if I can't even write a simple description of myself, do I really even know myself? Which causes me to ramble on. So I guess I should minimize it down to the general information most people are interested about. The who, the where, age, and such. I'm a 17 year old 'teenage' girl who lives in southern California. I consider myself to be bisexual, though more successful relationships with men more than woman. I'm trying to live my 'last year as a teenager' as a teenager more than anything else. I owe that much to myself after trying to act grown up most of the time since I turned 13.

"It's like there are seven candles lit in my stomach. One, two, three, four, five, six, seven. Seven candles burning and smoking - lit - seven flames of doubt, fear, sorrow, pain, waste, hopelessness, despair. They turn my insides black with soot and ash."
Nic Sheff.


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Just realized how easily annoyed I get. Which is bad becaus I never figured it’d be them.. Hm. Oh well, things happen.


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