Sometimes I hate living in them.
I know when to keep my mouth shut. To a fault.
Had anyone tried to tell me this way back then I never would’ve believed it.
I don’t know what to say right now because it’s been such a learning experience with ups and downs and effort and commitment and frustration and pride and stress and friendship and all that good stuff and I know I’ve grown so much even though there’s still so much more to go and just wow…
It’s not a big deal but at the same time it is. And that isn’t even me trying to persuade myself to think something I don’t want to think—it’s how I really see it. Toward the end here there’s also quite a bit of irony, but it wouldn’t make any sense if I tried analyzing it.
Life works in funny ways sometimes.
- I: You jelly?
- II: No.
My heads pounds with the responsibility of taking on the world and everything I put it through.
I could probably live off s’mores poptarts…
One week down as “one of those families,” ihaven’tbotheredfiguringouthowmany to go. Sigh. It’s definitely quieter.
- I: Tell me it has nothing to do with me.
- II: It has everything to do with you.
You’d rant about the world with me instead of wondering what in the world was wrong with me.
so I have this crazy theory…that maybe we aren’t all that different
cut us open and you’d see
you’d see the resemblance
She ran and ran and ran and ran
but to no avail,
for everything is ugly and everything is beautiful.