i don't think you know what you want till its not there anymore.
and this week is good. and i was liking the weekend. and feeling free. and meeting people, and being mischevious and sleeping in my clothes and jewelry and make-up. how liberating.
recitals can be cool when they're unorganized and you can laugh about them.
especially when the lights go out during your song.
and its funne how the surrondings i was around this weekend haven't ruined a person. i know i'd let it ruin me, but he stays so upbeat. its rather extraordinary. those kids were like boys from a movie you watch when you're little, even though you werent supposed to b/c it contained men who were scary, drunk, high, misterious and angry. while laying on that bed watching those guys sit around with smoke floating above them in silence, i wanted to write about it cuz it was so surreal.
pretty boys give good hugs. single boys makes for fun times.
recitals can be cool when they're unorganized and you can laugh about them.
especially when the lights go out during your song.
and its funne how the surrondings i was around this weekend haven't ruined a person. i know i'd let it ruin me, but he stays so upbeat. its rather extraordinary. those kids were like boys from a movie you watch when you're little, even though you werent supposed to b/c it contained men who were scary, drunk, high, misterious and angry. while laying on that bed watching those guys sit around with smoke floating above them in silence, i wanted to write about it cuz it was so surreal.
pretty boys give good hugs. single boys makes for fun times.