you look like a forlorn scarecrow.
stare and see that this is me. ____and i will be just what i need to believe. that something is what i'm going to be.
ugh i need garden state. and greek salad.
and eternal sunshine. my emotions have gone haywire.fuck.
the only constant in my life is you. so what happens when you are gone one day.
___if my pencil was sharp enough, do you think i could stab her in the middle of her sentence about quadratic functions.? having her blood splat on the overhead projector would get a rise out of me.
Dear Algebra II,
You really know how to make me hate life.
Thanks.
Sincerely,
Adrienne Rose