Write Here, Write Now

Rode in a taxi in Philadelphia
Saw Frightened Rabbit Live
Also Halloween and a Nightmare on Elm Street
Voted!

Going down singing.

I don't ever want to lose this feeling. It's okay to dance and sing. I don't look good, and I don't sound good, and will be judged. But I sing because other people sang, so maybe someone else will sing because of me. The man behind me sang. I thought about being in love and running.

"Yes we are terrible for each other, and yes, we are a disaster, but doesn't your heart race for a hurricane?"

You are the love of my life so far.
(tomorrow's just a day away)

Last night, I had my second nightmare since being at school. It was, again, about zombies, but much more terrifyingly intimate than usual. I had to watch the evolution.

He is boring, and I still want to touch him. I don't know if it's wanting to be touched, or trying to replace the touch. I'm no good.

I'm so far away from foundation Chloe. Hopefully, she is responsible and doesn't think "what would an adult do?"

More than anything, I miss telling you what I did today.
I want to be passionate and vulnerable and innocent and yours.

Despite the want,
I will have to relearn how to love you.

I'M IN A GLASS BOX OF EMOTION!!!

I don't work hard enough. I don't produce enough. I don't learn enough. I don't think enough.
Maybe I've been happy for too long.
Maybe I need a little heartache.

I Always Want It to Be Your Handwriting

Inspired by "Confessions" by Usher, I replied to a letter with an envelope entirely covered in confessions. I should've left the inside empty.