New York is driving me crazy lately. I’m drowning in homework—half of which is for a class I didn’t want to fucking take—lively on a hippie commune called a college campus, and the seasons are changing, which means WINTER IS SOON. WINTER IS DEATH. WINTER MEANS I AM TRAPPED IN MY ROOM BECAUSE IT’S COLD TO EVEN PEE OUTSIDE. Also, most of my friends have lost it—and not in a cool way. They all want to jump off bridges over BOYS. Isn’t this supposed to be a feminist school, like where people like, ya know, DON’T THINK THEIR EMOTIONS DEPEND ON A GUY? I don’t credit me feeling out of it ALL to New York and my friends; I have bad mood changes, I must admit. THEY SUCK. To feel better I’ve been looking at pictures that remind me of home: Florida, where the sun shines and the self-destructive types destruct in STYLE. Here are some of my favorites.
