Nostalgia is bad for me. I miss New York. I miss new friends.
It's really surreal having a completely different life for a month, and meeting lots of really amazing people, and spending every day with them, and then coming home and not seeing them.
looking through new york photos on facebook + depressing Damien Rice song = what makes Kinsey want to cry
may i please go back ?
"sing me to sleep, i'm tired and i want to go to bed. don't try to wake me in the morning for i will be gone."
blahblahblah the smiths, hey.
No comments:
Post a Comment