thepast weeks i guess

[swingandsway]

gelato sticks with art spread on the table
hugging friends in the cold
play practice eating me alive
crying and crying and crying over my bird
running around in the dark
staying up late and talking about secrets
clinging to friends over blair witch project
coming home to a clean made bed
drawing anarchy symbols all over my vocab book because it has the word renegade in it
trying to realize what people smell like
dashing about for the play and stressing
eating my burrito quickly so it won't drip
watching friends be depressed and knowing i can't do anything
walking on the cliffs and trying not to falloff the edge
dancing
realizing my name cecilia isn't that horrible
stomping to songs that have no rhythm

i suppose this isn't really an entry but i had to get it out i think~