im in a love story with new york city. i have too many places to call home. im educated not smart. i feel like ive been trying to grow up for years but nobody lets me or wants to. i just want to be allowed to be beautiful. i spend too much time thinking about you. so basically i want to smoke more weed and drink more vodka. ldr, drake, yonce, lorde. i hate my parents, i hate my friends, im questioning everything and i just want answers. thats my thing now.