New York makes me feel smart and happy. It’s a real place. New York expects you to do big things. It’s an old city with its own agenda. Someone lived in my apartment before me and someone will be there after me. It’s hard to live here. I wouldn’t want to live in an easy place. What’s fun about that?
I believe I’m a good person. You know, I think there’s good in everyone. But here we are: first day of senior year! And I look around at these kids I’ve known all my life and I ask myself: What happened?
Me:I believe I'm a good person yah know. I think that there's good in everyone, but here we are first day of senior year and ugh... I look around at these kids that I've known all my life and I ask myself what happened?
Listening to showtunes on the way to school is great because it puts everything in perspective, like yeah maybe I failed that test yesterday but hey at least I didn’t murder three people and cause a chain of suicides with my psycho boyfriend who’s going to try and blow up the school