Wow, I'm a terrible blogger. Sorry to anybody who reads this, and moreso... sorry to myself. I owe this to me. A chance to put my soul out there, and I didn't take it.
Bad girl.

I've become a smoker, ladies and gents.
Isn't that awful, polluting the world and the beauty with my smoke??
I know it is, but there's something about taking a smooth drag off a long white cigarette that makes me feel romantic and almost... right.
Parts of me wish to be that girl in the 50's, like Holly Golightly, walking down fifth avenue...

I know that I'm too much of a hippie to ever become that. But for the moment that I smoke... I am that. It's me.

Guess what else is new?
Grad.

That's right, I'm done.

And I feel an almost overwhelming sense of calm and serenity about myself at this point. Everything is right, and I'm good with who I am.

Here's a song for ya'all. Just the lyrics.


reflecting light- Sam Phillips

Now that I've worn out, I've worn out the world
I'm on my knees in fascination
Looking through the night
And the moons never seen me before
But I'm reflecting light
I wrote the pain down
Got off and looked up
Looked into your eyes
The lost open windows
All around
My dark heart lit up the skies
And now that I've worn, I've worn out the world
I'm on my knees in fascination
Looking through the night
And the moons never seen me before
But I'm reflecting light
Give up the ground
Under your feet
Hold on to nothing for good
Turn and run at the mean times
Chasing you
Stand alone and misunderstood
And now that I've worn, I've worn out the world
I'm on my knees in fascination
Looking through the night
And the moons never seen me before
But I'm reflecting light


This song just speaks to me on so many levels, it screams the things that I can't say and knows the things I feel.

<3

THIS IS MAJOR TOM...

Man, Kat and I have had some good times since I last wrote, I love her to death.

Anyroad, I should peace.

-Jess

and what i want to be(for today)
let me just be myself
at 18 years old
bornJanuary 19 1990
nova scotia