and oh when i woke up it was black black outside and the rain poured down, rattling on the windows and pattering on the leaves and sizzling on the sidewalk.
i saw a secret yesterday, one that maybe promised good things to me. today i snuck around some more and have come to realize that it will mean nothing except maybe that one person whose opinion of me i value actually has a good opinion of me, but i'll never even know that for sure, and beyond that it means nothing because i am never ever never good enough.
oh well. nobody likes an angsty kid.
trees rain books tea flowers grass skirts pillows clouds sky clean leaves.
there. i fulfilled my quota for the day.