who are you?
i don't know what i want to write about, i just want to. i keep feeling like there's a part of me missing, i just don't know how to find it.
it's so hot in here but i know if i open the windows anymore, it will be too cold. i can't decide which one is worse. i feel hopeless. i want to be in love. god, i think i am in love with the thought of love. pathetic. and i don't even know what i want, actually, i don't think i ever knew. except seattle. i want to go there, i want to love it, and i know i will. maybe i'll be a writer, or a store owner. like a book store or a used record store. but i can't see myself really taking the risks. i can't see my self doing much, really. i don't even know me. have you noticed people ask you who you are? they don't ask what's your name. i think that the next time i'm asked that, i'll say that i don't know how i am. because it's true. and i bet it wil, l throw them off. but probably not. i'm not confident, i come off as a nerd, it would only seem fitting for me to say something insane like that.
have you noticed that i talk and write in a way that makes little sense? if i would continue to write that and not care if it made sense, it would got back to some topic mentioned before, or even a completely new one. if you could hear my thoughts, i bet it would make a little more sense. but you can't, thank god, so i guess that wouldn't matter.
i just wanted to write something poetic and meaningful, and instead i wrote this.
it's so hot in here but i know if i open the windows anymore, it will be too cold. i can't decide which one is worse. i feel hopeless. i want to be in love. god, i think i am in love with the thought of love. pathetic. and i don't even know what i want, actually, i don't think i ever knew. except seattle. i want to go there, i want to love it, and i know i will. maybe i'll be a writer, or a store owner. like a book store or a used record store. but i can't see myself really taking the risks. i can't see my self doing much, really. i don't even know me. have you noticed people ask you who you are? they don't ask what's your name. i think that the next time i'm asked that, i'll say that i don't know how i am. because it's true. and i bet it wil, l throw them off. but probably not. i'm not confident, i come off as a nerd, it would only seem fitting for me to say something insane like that.
have you noticed that i talk and write in a way that makes little sense? if i would continue to write that and not care if it made sense, it would got back to some topic mentioned before, or even a completely new one. if you could hear my thoughts, i bet it would make a little more sense. but you can't, thank god, so i guess that wouldn't matter.
i just wanted to write something poetic and meaningful, and instead i wrote this.