so im seeing that i have a very vivid imagination. things are never how they really are through my eyes. and sometimes i wish i didnt have the mind i did because i tend to make my own reality a spiced hot bed of painfull moments of introspection. but when i touch the smooth belly of reality all i want to do is run and hide from it. hide from the world. and curl up and die.
and then ive never felt so uncool.i dont know what to expect anymore. im just ready to move away. t minus 10 weeks before the big move away day to oakland. ive never felt so crazy in all of my life. i just want to find some stable steps to rest my luggag on. ill have to wear the dork stipes till dying days are upon me. dont worry i talk the way i talk the way i talk the way i talk. and i wonder what people think of me and why i think of them the way i do.
and then ive never felt so uncool.i dont know what to expect anymore. im just ready to move away. t minus 10 weeks before the big move away day to oakland. ive never felt so crazy in all of my life. i just want to find some stable steps to rest my luggag on. ill have to wear the dork stipes till dying days are upon me. dont worry i talk the way i talk the way i talk the way i talk. and i wonder what people think of me and why i think of them the way i do.