when i’m drunk I miss tanzania so much and then i think about it and want to talk about it with someone and there’s no one there and then i just have this deep set heaviness in my chest. why is it so hard to travel? i’m so tired of what i’m in right now. i promised myself i wouldn’t go back for 4 years minimum…. who knows what shit’ll be like then.
i am so nostalgic and so alone with two other people 10 feet away from me.
This year, I was lucky enough to be invited to the Oscars. While every girl I knew squealed and asked what I was wearing I was riddled with anxiety. The day before the Oscars I had a fitting with Dior where I got to try on some beautiful dresses. I was between two dresses: the Carrie Bradshaw all-you-can-eat dress and the Angelina Jolie sexy leg kimono. I really wasn’t sure if I would ever get back to the Oscars so I let my inner Carrie Bradshaw take over and went with the dress with eight pounds of tullle. The fact that I was going to the show was no longer an idea but becoming a reality and like a 13-year-old girl at her birthday party, I had a complete meltdown. Somehow the night before the Oscars I managed to get into an argument with my best friend, my mom and my boyfriend.
out of the all the talented people i know, one of my best friends is BOUND to become famous. lets be real. get on that, my friends.