Dec 17, 2006 16:16
he has a mohawk.
everyone else is a little bit older.
grass doesn't have wheels.
she's leaving me next year.
"why are you thinking about this now?"
it's oh-kay.
"maybe you don't want to get too attached to things."
life things okay sometimes in not are.
i'd like to go away so my head could decide what it wants to think.