the last few days i've been feeling like crap. so i decided to write a story. its kinda shity and not done yet. but i found my old notebook from last year(last summer) and i'm writing in there.
the last few days, i've been wishing for summer. not this summer but a summer far away. when i'm 19 and i live on a farm with all my friends. we make music and eat tofu and drink soy milk. all the girls wear pretty dresses and flowers in their hair. all the boys wear overalls and linen pants and white cotton shirts.
the last few days i've been hating buffalo. the people, the weather, the cars, the houses, the dogs, the music, the shops. i want to leave it behind. forget about it. and move back to new york.
the last few days i've been sad. oh so sad and oh so scared. scared of the future and of the past. i just wanna go somewhere and cry. i cry everywhere lately. at home, in school, on the bus, on the train, at squeaky wheel. i'm a fucking wreck.
i wanna work in fashion, so i can control people. and make them feel ugly and fat.
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