bronx.:
005: I try not to think ahead.
bronx.:
006: I crave ballet.
bronx.:
013: I adore vintage.
bronx.:
014: I like to spell correctly.
bronx.:
017: I feel bland today.
bronx.:
019: I like wallpaper.
bronx.:
024: I like spines.
bronx.:
028: I like Tiffany.
bronx.:
032: I do not like my lips.
bronx.:
033: I bite my nails.
bronx.:
038: I wear rings.
bronx.:
040: I like oranges.
bronx.:
041: I hurt myself today.
bronx.:
042: I hide my legs. Always.
bronx.:
043: I like necklaces.
bronx.:
045: I heart NY?
bronx.:
048: I sit in darkness.
bronx.:
053: I want happy.
bronx.:
054: I watch too many films.
bronx.:
055: I need a new camera.
bronx.:
056: I want to write.
bronx.:
060: I wish I could master the art of a sexy blank expression.
bronx.:
061: I am seventeen in seventeen days.
bronx.:
067: I am running out of blutac.
bronx.:
073: I do not sleep properly anymore.
bronx.:
074: I will continue to reiterate the point that I need glasses until I actually get new glasses, because I am the kind of person who nags. And I do not care if that sentence was barely eloquent: I can hardly read what I'm typing anyway.
bronx.:
076: I felt like destorying something today.
bronx.:
078: I have more than one face, depending on the weather. This is my "I'm fucking ill' face."
bronx.:
079: I am.
bronx.:
081: I like to think I can be classy.
