she don't think straight
I was cleaning my room today, like actually cleaning. i feel maybe it was a turning point...strangely enough. I passed my old old home today. strange to see the lights on. it had been stage to the middle of childhood for me. i have past lives, i realized. even last year. i grew up since then. a lot. cleaning my room had been like rearranging my state of mind from the flurried mess of marc jacobs and vintage concert tees to my own flurried thoughts along the same lines. I feel so happy in the longest time without anything superficial besides the weak espresso i had this morning. my birthday is coming ...!!!!