Aug 31, 2004 10:29
Jean cut offs and t-shirts feel right at the end of summer; I don't think about washing my hair or wearing any make-up.
Sometimes I think about being a big sister and I start getting agitated because I've done nothing to be a good role model. I try to think of the things that I have learned and then I remember that the only thing I really know is that we make our own mistakes. My little sister doesn't know who I am- and I don't take the time to ask how she is.
We dissolve-
shake, violently. We float away.