fuck.

life... is so good.

i am homeless in 12 days, but i'm hoping i'll be okay.

for the past month or so, i've been trying to staying positive in life.

i've been through a whole lot of shit, and i've come to realize--- life is not that bad, it really isn't.

i've come to appreciate the smallest things in life, and am grateful for everything.

i love when i'm waiting on a hot and muggy underground subway platform and i can tell that the subway is coming because i feel what at first starts as this light breeze in the stagnant air, and then it grows harder and stronger and by the time the subway is charging by me, it feels like a stampede of wild horses are passing with its wind, sound and vibration--- it makes me feel alive.

why does cleaning out the lint trap of a dryer feel so damn gratifying?

summer is officially over...

i'll miss you, summer fridays.