hey nobody, i'm nobody, too!
oh emily dickenson
dickenson? or is it dickinson?
eitherway, i like her
i've started college/senior year of high school. i'm stuck in a flurry or reality and dreams. i should be writing an essay.
this unit is descriptive language. legs spider out of the asphalt, tangling themselves in the legs of innocent students. pretty much it.
i wish i had two sets of eyes, one to read and one to knit, well i guess i'd need a few more hands. one to hold a cigarette and a cup of coffee, two for kntting and two for reading. so four eyes and 5 hands....hot damn
for a while now, i've been trying to be someone else, someone who is completely different from how i used to be. i'm becoming her and i feel free-er? more free? whatever.. .i'll get my head checked in the morning or i will saty in bed
the seasons are about to change
when they do, so will i, and i won't look back
i'll go someplace else (humboldt) and live the life i've desired since this town turned its back on me
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