i’m not really a writer but sometimes…i feel like i should write something. i saw a dead cat on the road and i imagined how happy he was before he died. he was probably just a house cat, that got a chance of freedom.
so i think I’m in love with my friend. he doesn’t know. i just think that he cares about me more than anyone could care for me. from what i’ve found so far, anyways. i appreciate that. i feel the same for him. there is a glitch in there somewhere. but whatcha gonna do?
i missed school for a week and everything changed, people have different hair colors, teachers quitting or getting fired. i am glad i deleted Facebook. none of that is any of my business. but it is just weird like being presented with all that.
my days are spent counting down til my birthday. love love love. soon. love.
“
I am not jealous
of what came before me.
Come with a man
on your shoulders,
come with a hundred men in your hair,
come with a thousand men between your breasts and your feet,
come like a river
full of drowned men
which flows down to the wild sea,
to the eternal surf, to Time!
Bring them all
to where I am waiting for you;
we shall always be alone,
we shall always be you and I
alone on earth
to start our life
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what others think of you is none of your business.
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