every picture you paint i'll paint myself out

[whatevernever]

i like how it smells right now and how the air is and how the sun is, on the trees that i've laid under too many times to count. and i wish i could ask someone to come do that with me now. but it's weird. everythings so weird with so many people and i don't like that at all.i don't like being kind of something kind of nothing. 75%=kind of nothing.

but. still.