Hey stranger,
I know it's hard to remember me.

do i look different?
i do!
no shit.

you made me this way
you made me this way
you made me
this way

and blame me for my changes

shoo, im no longer single.
i dont move on fast, its just...
i wanted to.
this time.
and im not sure if i even like you.
but its only been a couple days...
why not wait?

okay, lets create a list.

My top 10 favorite smells (because I can)

1. Coffee
2. Books
3. Coffee (again)
4. Bonfires
5. Coffee (againagain)
6. Chlorine
7. Alcohol
8. Sweat
9. My shampoo (its kick-ass)
10. Nail polish

So i bullshitted the last couple cause i couldnt come up with more than 7.

oh! more news! im out of the partial program!
FREEEEEEEEEEEEEDOOOMMM

Nevertheless, it did help. I must admit.

Oh, and i have acquired a whole new group of friends...
because Tristan wont text me back.
bitch.
they issss....
john and george and cody and curtis and...well all them up in the shores.

home life is going good.
i tan most the day then hang with meh peeps.
but i cant tan.
my skin is like
no...fuck you.
and im like...
im gonna keep torturing you until you fucking tan...
bitch.

peace. gonna call the grandmaa 

I'm back!

It just took me a while.

Here’s a bit of trouble for you;

I’m seeing double or truth.

You best fold your hand,

or at least wipe it down.

You don’t know where it’s been.

I’m crazy but at least I’m not insane.

I’m afraid that that’s what they all say.

I’m playing poker with tarot cards,

I have death and death but haven’t lost so far.

I’m pulling ligaments in Grim’s hand,

forcing him to catch you in the act.

Well Grim’s stalking in Speyside.

I’m afraid it’s our time.

Well we’ve lost ourselves again.

Who knew we’d have to find another friend?

Hand in hand, bone to flesh now.

I’m still holding onto Death now.

Well it seems it’s a dead end.

We have to turn around and face our death.

Say goodbye to all that we love.

Say hello to never enough.

Confused between need and want.

DBPB

"Dear stereotypes,

One of my friends is black, is 6' 4", and could come off as menacing to the stereotype-filled mind. But he's really the strongest person I know who lost his mother to cancer and his sister to suicide and is still here to talk about it after nearly committing suicide himself. He's fun, energetic, lively, and easily the most enthusiastic and caring person I've ever met. He wouldn't hurt a fly.

Sincerely, look past the stereotypes and find the person."

saw this on Dear Blank Please Blank. I think it applies, no?

Everything

I feel like this whole world is mocking me.

Everything in it, from the mountains

right down to the sand on the ocean floor.

Even the stars. I feel like they’re whispering to me

a song that’s most unpleasant. A future

that I’m unaware of having.

They dance around in their velvet sky,

winking down sarcastically.

Insulting me, dancing around my troubles,

shouting words of discouragement,

mocking me, taunting me.

I hate it; I hate everything in this world.

From the mountains, right down

to the sand on the ocean floor.

Everything in between. Especially

the stars. Who are you to taunt me?

Who are you to mock me?

You have no right!

Whatsoever.

excerpt

"We weren't normal,
but hey,
what more could you ask for?

How would you define normal anyway?
There's no possible way to judge someone on a scale of weird to normal,
because nothing is normal. Everything is weird, and that had become the new norm.
So when we said we weren't normal,
it wasn't a judgement of ourselves, made by ourselves,
it was saying we were normal in every way possible,
without being normal at all."

So, this is an excerpt of the 'story' I am currently working on.
I just kind of fell in love with this thesis. I dunno,
I wanted to share it because I haven't shared anything with you lately.

But nobody reads this anyway.