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what time is your party at?
"i love after ... to just stand in my back yard and under the trees and just stare at the moon or the fog from my breath"
I love that.
I love how my breath looks in the cold, like fog or smoke from a fire, and I'm the chimney, It nice to think that I'm made of brick.
I was looking at people in my class today, and I was thinking that it was amazing that people looked so solid, and that the stuff that they're made of doesn't go flying in every direction all at once. Because I don't feel as solid as everyone else looks. I feel like maybe my whole body is going in every direction at once, and the only thing keeping me together is the floor pushing against my feet. I wish that I didn't have to do a single thing that I didn't want to.
Right now, I want to sit here and write you, and listen to this song. so thats what I'm doing.
This whole week I've been leaving my backpack at home cause I kind of hope that I'll just get on a bus and go on an adventure after school, or that I'll run away(at least for a little while)
I wish that people would just give me a while to breathe and have everything be quiet, just for a bit. I feel like I'd be happier, if I was sometimes just allowed to sit in silence, or just listen to wonderful music.
I think that If I ever buy an apartment, and I live on the top floor, I'll build a trap door in the ground, so I can just escape whenever I want, Into some other persons life.
I wish that cell phones had never been invented, so I could get in a spot of trouble and knock on some strangers door for help. so I could meet someone new, and let them save me.
soometimes I want someone who would dance with me.
what time is your party at?
"i love after ... to just stand in my back yard and under the trees and just stare at the moon or the fog from my breath"
I love that.
I love how my breath looks in the cold, like fog or smoke from a fire, and I'm the chimney, It nice to think that I'm made of brick.
I was looking at people in my class today, and I was thinking that it was amazing that people looked so solid, and that the stuff that they're made of doesn't go flying in every direction all at once. Because I don't feel as solid as everyone else looks. I feel like maybe my whole body is going in every direction at once, and the only thing keeping me together is the floor pushing against my feet. I wish that I didn't have to do a single thing that I didn't want to.
Right now, I want to sit here and write you, and listen to this song. so thats what I'm doing.
This whole week I've been leaving my backpack at home cause I kind of hope that I'll just get on a bus and go on an adventure after school, or that I'll run away(at least for a little while)
I wish that people would just give me a while to breathe and have everything be quiet, just for a bit. I feel like I'd be happier, if I was sometimes just allowed to sit in silence, or just listen to wonderful music.
I think that If I ever buy an apartment, and I live on the top floor, I'll build a trap door in the ground, so I can just escape whenever I want, Into some other persons life.
I wish that cell phones had never been invented, so I could get in a spot of trouble and knock on some strangers door for help. so I could meet someone new, and let them save me.
soometimes I want someone who would dance with me.