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on my way home i walked in to dunk'n donuts for a cup of coffee and this scenster looking kid started conversation with me. he asked me where i went to school and if i lived around the neighborhood. he also asked what music i was in to. i just kept giving him yes and no answers and for the bands i said, "i listen to a lot." and he was like, "do you listen to indie?" i was like, "no." hahaha. i was shy. and he probably saw my modest mouse t-shirt. i feel dumb. i walked out and didn't even say bye or anything. i didn't even buy anything.
he was probably like, "wtf?! bitch."
then i ran home because it was dark and i was scared.
then i had myself
i took pictures because i always do.
i cried a lot.
^ i'm on the verge of explosion here. but you gotta' let yourself explode.
but in the end you just have to laugh at yourself.
i am going to wash my face and go to sleep.
i am going to buy a pack of cigarettes tomorrow and smoke the ENTIRE pack, alone, and write stuff in my notebook at the park after class . i know what makes me happy. that's where it's at. i already know the ending of every fairytale and i write my own, but they're not the same. they're never the same.
he was probably like, "wtf?! bitch."
then i ran home because it was dark and i was scared.
then i had myself
i took pictures because i always do.
i cried a lot.
^ i'm on the verge of explosion here. but you gotta' let yourself explode.
but in the end you just have to laugh at yourself.
i am going to wash my face and go to sleep.
i am going to buy a pack of cigarettes tomorrow and smoke the ENTIRE pack, alone, and write stuff in my notebook at the park after class . i know what makes me happy. that's where it's at. i already know the ending of every fairytale and i write my own, but they're not the same. they're never the same.