Yawn.

It's getting old.

god damn it.

oh well. i guess.

sometimes i worry that people take things out of hand, that people get angry and dont understand.

sometimes it's hard to be appreciated. if you deserve it or just crave it.

most of the time i just refuse to be sad, lonely, or depressed. maybe that will be my strength in the end of it. i just put my no emotion face on and look at things all in the same way, as something out of my hands.

i can only do so much.

so.

i guess.

that's all i can say for today.

Let's do like bunnies do...if you know what I mean.

"Let's get rich and buy our parents homes in the south of France, lets get rich and give our friends nice sweaters and teach them how to dance."



Mm. Sataday. No pants, no bra, in bed, feeling happy. Not moving until I reeeally feel like it.

I went to what I feel like was an "old people party" except they were all 25 and it just wasn't the same big fun when they drink specialty beer and you see your dance teacher there.

I am still a baby. I am still a child. I am still happy. I am still here. and. I still miss you.

Some Days

Some days you just want some things to change.

Some days..

You just want to feel.

Feel.

Something big.

Some days.