we are collapsed in the act of just being here.

another year begins with botched resolutions and poverty, loneliness and sorrow, self doubt and fear of the future.

i don’t know what to do anymore, i feel abandoned and lost, confused at what i am supposed to be doing. my resolutions are as follows: quit smoking, lose 100000 pounds, be less lazy, get accepted to school, get to california, move out, be nicer to my boyfriend. i am still so lost and alone, though, these feelings don’t seem to go away. so many friends lost in the mix…

maybe i’ll finish this another time.