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I really don't know what to say. I just find comfort typing, typing in this journal. I wish my hands could catch up to my mind while holding a pen because I like the intimacy of my paper journal. But usually I only end up writing sentences and thoughts because my mind races too fast. I am familiar with this keyboard - I can keep up with my thoughts - my fingers are fast.
Lately I have thought about all of these lives that I want to live. If I could I would infuse all the aspects of my soul that I want to nurture. I want to be wild and free. I want to live without connections to monotony. I want to do something new everyday - see new faces. I haven't paid my cell phone bill. And as much as I want to ask my dad to pay for it I like waking up and just having myself. My own head.
Well not entirely by myself.
Life is silly sometimes.
Lately I have thought about all of these lives that I want to live. If I could I would infuse all the aspects of my soul that I want to nurture. I want to be wild and free. I want to live without connections to monotony. I want to do something new everyday - see new faces. I haven't paid my cell phone bill. And as much as I want to ask my dad to pay for it I like waking up and just having myself. My own head.
Well not entirely by myself.
Life is silly sometimes.