i'm home again. i find myself here far too often.

but the truth is that i miss seeing my friends. i miss going shopping and hanging out and getting coffee and going downtown for sushi.

and it's nice to be here sometimes. it's nice to come home and have people ask if i lost weight at school. (but what they don't know is that i ate a whole box of oreos by myself thursday night) if feels good to sleep in my own bed. to light candles and smoke cigarettes in my room.

and it even feels good to be sober on a saturday night.

jets to brazil: lemon yellow black
feeling sick