I'm one of those displaced kids that never grew up with tons of "life-long" friends. My father died when I was young & I moved around alot. In high school I fell in love, OBVIOUSLY, like everyone does. I'm in college, single, and ridiculously shy/lonely. One leads to the other.
reading, making out, being mischievious, yoga, sex, dreams, dancing, the internet, smoking pot, the discovery channel, vegetarians & vegans!!, poetry, Boston, being a little too old for emo.
being sick, mo-peds, carnival rides, popcorn, spiders, marriage, organized religion, poodles, Stephen King, war, conflict.
I HATE YOU I HATE YOU I HATE YOU I HATE YOU
I'm so sick of caring about you either way. I want to forget EVERYTHING about you.
You're lucky, mr. brain damage (self inflicted and not) that you can let it go so easily.
I hate myself for ever having this blog exist.
knocking on your door
The Future buzzes by Don Quixote's windmills
Donning 80's electropop fashion
Showering the fields of past & present with dayglow cresent moons.
Ripe towers above the crops with its chemically parched throat
His sinfully red skin wrapped in beads of water
Superman posing his way to success, shouting "PICK ME!"