could haves would haves should haves
i could (hypothetically) write about my new job which is surprisingly dirty and exhausting. or about the stomach virus i may or may not have that has kept me in bed all day.
i could write about graduation and my party and what it's like to be done with high school.
i could write all the drawings i've done recently or the poems i've tried so hard to write and failed.
i could (if i was very telling) write about ashish: the way we said goodbye, then said goodbye again the next day, the way i didn't meant to confess my undying love but it just sorta slipped out, the way he kinda laughed while covering his mouth when he heard, mini's plans to get him to hook up with me before he leaves for gov school as a personal favor to her 'cause they're both brown.
i could write about how nothing's getting me down 'cause it's summer and i'm comparison shopping for an mp3 player and have money to burn and friends like min and cyn and yush and beckers and nai and rach and lacy and lor (and jessie even though she's in korea) who do spontaneous things and bring me the movie version of neverwhere and try to take me to the movies and plot grooveathons and hook-ups and revenge, who rock inordinately rockingly, who help me write songs (even when the logistics are off).
i could write things like: where the hell is hannah?! omg guess what i acciedently saw yesterday that scarred my mind! who want to go see a movie? i'm lonely. i'm hyper. i'm bored. i'm like totally thrilled. i'm confused. i'm on the rack of love. i'm so excited. i'm so loved.
i could write about a lot of things.
but i won't.
i could write about graduation and my party and what it's like to be done with high school.
i could write all the drawings i've done recently or the poems i've tried so hard to write and failed.
i could (if i was very telling) write about ashish: the way we said goodbye, then said goodbye again the next day, the way i didn't meant to confess my undying love but it just sorta slipped out, the way he kinda laughed while covering his mouth when he heard, mini's plans to get him to hook up with me before he leaves for gov school as a personal favor to her 'cause they're both brown.
i could write about how nothing's getting me down 'cause it's summer and i'm comparison shopping for an mp3 player and have money to burn and friends like min and cyn and yush and beckers and nai and rach and lacy and lor (and jessie even though she's in korea) who do spontaneous things and bring me the movie version of neverwhere and try to take me to the movies and plot grooveathons and hook-ups and revenge, who rock inordinately rockingly, who help me write songs (even when the logistics are off).
i could write things like: where the hell is hannah?! omg guess what i acciedently saw yesterday that scarred my mind! who want to go see a movie? i'm lonely. i'm hyper. i'm bored. i'm like totally thrilled. i'm confused. i'm on the rack of love. i'm so excited. i'm so loved.
i could write about a lot of things.
but i won't.