A facebook album.
Before all thoughts go to boy-stalking,
rethink whose thoughts you are reading.
My entire being just filled with such complete sadness and jealousy,
my eyes even began to water.
This is unhealthy.
I suppose I have known this for years now.
You should have guessed by now,
seeing as to it is sadly mentioned in most if not all posts.
New York.
Pictures of my friend, visiting my friend, should in no way bring on such a strong reaction.
The number of solutions to this problem is unfortunately extremely close to zero.
Lets hope maybe this blog will be good practice in writing that magic essay,
that sets my sails in the luscious winds and waters of NYU Law School.
If not maybe there will be a window opening in the horizon of the plan B I never thought I would have.
Plan A has been around for so long,
maybe its time to think about taking the train in instead of a private jet.
Is it fair to begin entertaining the thoughts of allowing plan A chapter titles to fade from sharpie to pencil in the unwritten novel of my life.
I hope I enjoy its title as much as I do these.
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