totally spaced
im really having a hard time focusing. it seems as if none of my thoughts will form a straight line, much the less flow into an essay about tragedy. I've recently come to some pretty scary relizations that I'm not as "good" as i once thought i was. on many different levels. writting being one of them.
I've also realized how easy it is to place myself in a little box like so many other high schoolers. they throw some glitter on the outside, a little ribbon, maybe even some puff paints if they really want to impress. but we never see the inside of the box. and that's what we really need to see in the end. because thats where all the fucked up stuff really is. all the stuff we need to see to really understand people. because how many people at Burlingame do you really understand?
I've also realized how easy it is to place myself in a little box like so many other high schoolers. they throw some glitter on the outside, a little ribbon, maybe even some puff paints if they really want to impress. but we never see the inside of the box. and that's what we really need to see in the end. because thats where all the fucked up stuff really is. all the stuff we need to see to really understand people. because how many people at Burlingame do you really understand?