...broken hearts and broken drives...

so yeah...i'm in italy...and it's great...sometimes i wish that i was living on my own, though, not with a family. like, living with a family can be super rad, but i hate how it pretty much gives me NO independence whatsoever. like, being in a family was a great experience, but now i would like a little control over my life. where i go, what i eat, what i do...

this family will probably be happy when i leave, as i am [unintentionally] wreaking havoc on their house. i have broken a vase and a disc drive, and left all these marks and shit on the walls that i don't know how they got there. i feel pretty bad about it, but whatever, i'll pull through. i'm bee motherfucking electric. i'm a good liar, and am into self harm and carcinogens. and i have ambition. i am going to rock this world.

feigning anorexia,
bee electric