Brianna, 22, Los Angeles. Morbidly preoccupied with death, the nonexistence of anything intangible, jokes that only I find funny, music that I listen to 20 times on repeat until I hate the very sound of it, and the ranting nonsense of dead poets and philosophers. All of this, combined with a pitiful case of bittersweet nostalgia, and a touch of self pity, and that's me. And that's this blog. //
