i'm giggling inside because i'm a terrible person to want ( Read more... )

i can never turn you around

tattered shoes,
bill statements from years past,
unfinished letters,
a box holds...
life in four squares.
am i playing a childhood game?
no, no I don't have the ball anymore.
no control in this perimeter.
I am the area that never saw beyond my own feet,
or witnessed reality through my eyelids.
I have always been this wood that stares back at you.
rest in ( Read more... )

yesterday was my 18th birthday ( Read more... )

when i leave...
5 minutes away from Sarah
10 minutes from Cari
45 minutes from Joel
3 and a half hours from Mary and Amani
3 hours and 40 minutes from Taylor
4 hours 23 minutes from Candice
4 hours and 45 minutes from Clarissa
9 hours from Tim, Lauren, Travis, Mom, Dad

time, time, time.

money dictator ( Read more... )

i need a pen in my hand and some reinforcement.

i want to finally be able to look at pictures of myself from 3rd to 7th grade without becoming upset.

fuck.

fat opression at age eight.
i was prepubescent for christ's sake.

money has shifted my education into a mediocre plan, one logical and beneficial in senses ( Read more... )

st. edward's, i hope that financial guy was full of shit and you messed up on my paper work.
fuck.
this isn't going to be easy.