itsabecky

i met a new person today and he inspired me to start writing in here. it's always difficult for me to start a new journal. and now i feel that it's ultra important that i write something really good because i know that he's going to be looking at this. the pressure is on. *sigh* fuck it.

this weekend i went to a bunch of flea markets with my sister and at one of them this creepy old man was selling candy cigarettes. i bought about 10 packs. when i was little we'd go to this penny candy store at this place where we'd go on vacation and all i ever bought was candy cigaettes and swedish fish. i guess that kind of explains some things now. i can blame my smoking habit on candy manufacturers.

i moved to a new area a few weeks ago. i didnt think i would mind being away from all of my friends but i do. it's only a 45 minute drive, but i cant really afford the gas right now. i almost cant wait until january when i'm planning on going back to school. i know that i'll be able to meet new people there. but for now i'm lonely. this starting over business is hard.



Trying to out run your fears
Your running to lose,
Heart on your sleeve,
and your soul in your shoes.
Take a left,
a sharp left,
and another left,
meet me on the corner -- We'll start again.