I am in paris for a long time i liked it a lot i think. i was going to write on my blog but i know it’s sacrilegious to use my iphone so i am quiet and i dont even want to do it. i spent thousands of dollars and owe my mom a lot of money but i dont know how much money i have so it doesnt matter how much is gone. as long as i keep my eyes closed. clementines house she is the daughter of a daughter of a duchess and we open her closet and dresses everywhere under the skylight and im inside junes bedroom. some girls are like that (different from me in a way i can’t figure out how to turn myself into). i am crying not sure why at pont de l’alma because i used to think princess diana was on to something. if i was a man and my wife had a princess diana obsession i would be offended. when i was twenty one and a wife and had a princess diana obsession i always thought to myself im waiting for my neglectful boyfriend to realize i’ve started talking to myself. but that’s not what happens to me anymore. in paris i get drunk every day and in new york i will only eat vegetables and water. at the eileen myles reading in paris to meet a girl who had a blog. memory is a great editor performance is a great editor. guy behind me says wow. a book falls from the second floor and hits a girl on the head she has to pretend she’s okay. i’m excited to be in new york and im excited to know exactly what’s going on. sargent said liza said i should read from here at the spite reading on sunday october 13th. I stole a dress on sunday october 6th. no mirror in the dressing room so i stole the dress so i can see how it looks. Secretly thanking my lucky stars. Pretending i’m not lying to my journal. in paris you ask people at the party where they live and everyone says new york city bushwick ridgewood off the halsey L and all you can say is well shit. my Y fell off on the plane so now i am Pria. maybe it is better that way i would like it more and feel more pretty if my Y fell off forever. I guess i'm going to india. i told a lie and said i was in india because we had to say goodbye to the house and then my dad called me today saying he is going to india to say goodbye to the house do you want to come which scared me. and he was joking but i said yes and my mom said are you sure that's a good idea. and maybe sam and emma will come to india and we will sleep in the house where i spit ink down the drain. she said where you found it is not where it lives and i said it back to her slowly. brian picked me up in the car and i ripped all the skin i didn't want off my feet. I think it's too sad to be a clown again. we said clown every year forever but I don't think it's really like that anymore.i bought the fancy yogurt at the store because i want the jar.