SO I didn't go the fashion show. I was yelled at on first day in Trinidad, because people didn't collaborate together to make something work. But it's okay. I'm going to look up pictures and see that it's not as big as John Galliano's shows and feel better. Ash will have a good time. I probably won't see her for while I'm here. I probably won't see Ravi again, but that's how it's supposed to be. I'm too young for him and he's got a life. I just want to go out and party and drink till I can't stand up straight. LIke i did last summer....I just want to sleep. July 17th won't come soon enough. Like everything that's supposed to be good in my life, it's just a disappointment. I wish I brought my medication so I wouldn't have to feel anything.
Or better yet. That I had just waited to come down with my mom. Shame though, he was incredibly lovely to be around.
Jesse's just leading me on with coming here. So why am I so disappointed? MAybe this is what I get for not going to SFSU, for being the best that I could be. Day one of a fucked up month and a half complete.
Did I mention that I can't smoke because all the doors are locked with one pound heavy weights? Fun. My mood regulators are out.
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zarah,
you are so much deeper than i thought you were.
i love you
Sounds like your having more fun there then i thought you would be, lol. don't worry you'll be back to teasing boy with your sexy good looks soon enough.
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