between the lines of fear and blame, you begin to wonder why you came
this past week and a half has been such a blur. i feel like ive driven over every inch of miami. and everywhere else. but just driving. with your head back looking at the blurs as they go by.
i've done so much sleeping. and thinking. but not about anything important.
i feel like im on some sort of vacation. how badly i want to say fuck school right now. APs are coming. im soo not ready. im ready for summer. for more drives and dark summer nights.
just to sit and feel. i lovvee it. not having to worry ab studying for hoffman or essays for blackmon.
this crazy talk could all be a sideffect of my absolutely ridiculous sunburn that i got yesterday (while not attending school, but alas! the beach instead.) i honestly cant move. it hurts so badly.
Ah, and the postcards gonna read
"Fuck yeah we can live like this...
We can live like this"
i've done so much sleeping. and thinking. but not about anything important.
i feel like im on some sort of vacation. how badly i want to say fuck school right now. APs are coming. im soo not ready. im ready for summer. for more drives and dark summer nights.
just to sit and feel. i lovvee it. not having to worry ab studying for hoffman or essays for blackmon.
this crazy talk could all be a sideffect of my absolutely ridiculous sunburn that i got yesterday (while not attending school, but alas! the beach instead.) i honestly cant move. it hurts so badly.
Ah, and the postcards gonna read
"Fuck yeah we can live like this...
We can live like this"