it is easy. easy for you.
it is not easy, this, for me. ever. at all.

cute as a bouton.
wine on the beach,
spilled on the blanket.
kisses through the fog.

holding him in georgetown,
burning paper bags on the canal as we sipped.
i left with the taste of him on my teeth.

please come quickly, wednesday.

she don't screw my friends and she cleans up my house.
all of your love girl it's creepin me out.

why do i try so hard to not get hurt by people, yet i still feel like the most sensitive and romantic person i know?
apathy, ignorance, and indecisiveness plague my life.
i'm so tired. just tired. i need someone to just catch me and set me upright again.

i just need to go home and hug gen and pet my cat and just be happy again.

i'm pretty sick.
i also want christmas break to come really soon.

still romantically confused.
still not doing well in calculus.
still frazzled.

yay college.

eff the police!!!

who knows what i'm doing?
i can't even figure myself out, it's just too complicated.
i just want to paint my skin, put holes in my face, and perhaps just walk alone, because all this is just too confusing.

logan.
:]

singing ohhhhhh.
i wish i was in philly.
but i'm going to be so far away so soon.
fresh&crisp. tender new people.

get ready.

less than 2 weeks away.
i feel like lots of little strings made of memories and people are holding me down a little, pulling me, trying to persuade me to stay.
but distance beckons. those new people, independence, crisp and fresh like a tiny bud on a tree that threatens to bloom.
so off i will go.