two guys at the bus stop are discussing how sunblock is a hoax
it totally is, but i don't feel like piping in
the bus is $2.25 each way
talk about a hoax.
i know a recovering schizophrenic and i find myself terrified to ask her the questions i am dying to ask her.
Aly always told me that our art forms are necessary to the world. i love Aly because she isn't just talk.
waiting in the cafe of a corporate bookstore, drinking Starbucks cheap ass coffee. it's mediocre at best, but i admittedly have bitchy taste in coffee.
Adam told me that my soul is incredibly visible and tangible and impossible to ignore. and that is what made him fall in love with me: wondering what makes me so rare.
i can say the same for him.
i absolutely 100% desire a typewriter more than i desire a laptop that some Chinese slave baby got paid 3 cents an hour to assemble. but probably my parents will buy me a laptop for college because that's what american parents do.
i can't stop writing even though i am just spilling words of little importance
it is scary to me how we treat each other like robots. when i'm at work, i'm not a person, i'm just a vessel for others consumption. it's disgusting.
i am only 18 years old. sometimes i get ahead of myself and forget that. age is pretty arbitrary, but i should remind myself of how much i have accomplished and how infinite my possibilities are.
DIOS MIO there is a kid on a LEASH here. i thought that only existed in movies. wrong.on.so.many.levels
I'LL FOLLOW YOU AND MAKE A HEAVEN OUT OF HELL, AND I'LL DIE BY YOUR HAND WHICH I LOVE SO WELL
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