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sometimes i think i make up stories just so i can explain what it's like inside my head
except i can't help but tell them as though the stories were true
and so really i'm a liar,
because they all believe me
the world is quiet here
except i can't help but tell them as though the stories were true
and so really i'm a liar,
because they all believe me
the world is quiet here
summer
i wrote a song for piano today & it's not beautiful but it's getting there
i'm on a composing kick; i've ordered a notebook full of sheet music, because when i try to write my own it's uneven
my sister had a friend over
(she was nicer than my sister)
my mother insists that sending me to church will restore my belief so i'm going to a two-week musical camp
when i pointed out that i can neither sing nor pray she told me i was going anyway
will somebody kidnap me
pleeeeeease
everything
sometimes i just get really upset at the world like i know i should be explaining or something but this is what i'm thinking about so this is what i'm writing about
(anyway i've forsaken the majority of punctuation)
but i just like
can't we all get along
i know it's a sentiment but i mean can't we all just live together and not care what somebody's orientation or gender or political affiliation or face color is
like
today in gym they were like "okay boys leave" and then a couple seconds they were like "now girls can go"
and i mean what if you don't identify on the binary gender system what if you're genderqueer or genderfluid or you do
final admissions
"we regret to inform you..."
good news doesn't follow. you need five words and the rest of that letter is completely pointless.
it's very sad when you spend seven months working towards something that, in the end, you get no credit for. seven months that mostly should have been appreciated for what they were instead of what they could be building towards.
it's still only seven months.
i can't say i've learned.
and you said, this is life this is life this is life this is life. and what good is a heart that can't be bruised?
this is life
i have new medicine. it tastes like mint leaves that have been riddled with chemicals. it's supposed to fix me.
you know when you close your eyes? and you see these colors behind them like light shows for you only, green and purple and red under sunlight. and yellow that runs in lines like sparklers.
the red under the sunlight, that's what it feels like, but it's like if you mixed it with orange and left it so that it got scratched and raw and painful.
that's how i feel.
but mint leaves and honey will make me better.
you won't believe me, if i say you've been outdone. and that a new way to love is just a new way to hurt someone. http://m
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