day twenty four.
i think my friends are fun and nice when they need to be. all of them are vastly different though. i don’t have a group of friends really, just a few here and there that get along. sometimes i wish i did have a group of friends though. i use to in eighth and ninth grade but i grew out of what they always did… they still haven’t.
anyways, i love my friends. i don’t attempt to stay close to many people unless i really like them so i guess that can be a good thing.
day twenty three.
make up, money, charlie card, camera, pennies, cellphone, notebook, book, ipod, small gauges, deodorant, pink lighter, film negatives, cellphone charger, marlboro 100s, bank cards, graffiti markers, receipts, meds, vitamin water, half a bagel.
day twenty two.
mom and dad -
let me go. our relationship is ready to move forward.
much love,
-me
day twenty one.
what makes me different? i’m pretty fucking genuine.
day twenty.
a lot of things make me happy. my siblings, darkrooms, my best friend molly, my niece who is honestly my fucking sunshine, eating breakfast with my parents on sunday mornings. there isn’t just one thing though.
day twenty.
we just have so much in common.
day nineteen.
luzer - that’s obvious.
ruz - the asian verison of my name, i guess.
luzzie - who knows.
lucy goosey - it rhymes.
lucita - in spanish ita added to something means it’s small so when i was little that’s what my family called me. it stuck.
day eighteen.
my goals are to get into art school, get another job, clean my room, take some amazing shots. i dream of traveling, EVERYWHERE. india, greece, mexico, italy, spain, wherever as long as it’s not anymore of the usa.
