(If anyone would like to see my art or writing from when I was 14/15, just do a search on google for "Phoebe North" and you'll get to see who I once was)
Anyway, read some poetry then fell asleep on my bedroom floor while I was listening to the rain. Dreamed about arms. Can't really describe it further, don't know if I want to. One of those dreams you could swear was real. Highly erotic for no particular reason.
I almost wish I hadn't woken up. Everything is cold and depressing today. I'm in a cold and depressed mood. Even the internet is depressing feels depressing today, except maybe Thijs with newly spiked hair.
Hey--what's going on? - 11 April, 2008
I wasn't cool - 30 July, 2004
something you wouldn't believe if you saw it. - 11 May, 2004
Going to 17th and U - 27 April, 2004
- - 08 April, 2004