things that stick in my mind (exerpt from notebook)
the gritty orange floor tiles in mystairwell
how beautiful the rain splashes in puddles were last night when they were lit by walkway lamps
the many ulterior motives that I see all around me like a living spiderweb
does the weather affect my mood or just enhance emotions that were already there?
how a girl opened the door to this room and upon seeing me writing, said she was sorry and left. Everyone here is such a stranger to everyone else
there's a piano in here and I wish I could play it.
maybe I am the stranger. if I am, how do I stop?
the sensation of a snowflake landing on your contact lense
how angry my parents would be if I joined the military
how much I hate being dependent on my parents
how it rained so hard last night that it soaked right through my jacket but I didn't care that it was so cold. I felt it; I just didn't care. I didn't hunch over or put my hands in my pockets, didn't even shiver. it's not physical warmth I need now.
it's funny how, when you have no one to talk to, it feels like you're losing your mind. staying sane becomes a new objective, replacing the previous "stay warm"
how beautiful the rain splashes in puddles were last night when they were lit by walkway lamps
the many ulterior motives that I see all around me like a living spiderweb
does the weather affect my mood or just enhance emotions that were already there?
how a girl opened the door to this room and upon seeing me writing, said she was sorry and left. Everyone here is such a stranger to everyone else
there's a piano in here and I wish I could play it.
maybe I am the stranger. if I am, how do I stop?
the sensation of a snowflake landing on your contact lense
how angry my parents would be if I joined the military
how much I hate being dependent on my parents
how it rained so hard last night that it soaked right through my jacket but I didn't care that it was so cold. I felt it; I just didn't care. I didn't hunch over or put my hands in my pockets, didn't even shiver. it's not physical warmth I need now.
it's funny how, when you have no one to talk to, it feels like you're losing your mind. staying sane becomes a new objective, replacing the previous "stay warm"