only as far as the mind will let you

and apparently, that is currently not very far at my state.

he isn't lonely boy. he's far worse. a nutjob. but he is still my boyfriend.

this is an early warning that i may end up not having the life I intended to have, even if I am the queen of forward thinking, of planning and logic. I've been told there is yet a different type of dependable I must be (even if for most, I already embody this).

let's see how I fare.

i'm serena van der woodsen. i'm fucking serena van der woodsen.

and i can't fucking believe this would be the thought that resurrects my blog.