my room, an organized mess of:
thoughts, books, clothing, things i’ve forgotten about, things i’ll forget about, an i love you corner, things to do, notes, reminders, things only to be found when looked for, things i don’t know what to do with, learning, growth.
my room, a visual representation of my mind.
i think i stopped trying to follow trends when i made my parents buy me those $40 shoes in the fifth grade and none of the popular kids noticed
i’ve concealed every problem i’ve had this weekend with drugs
tonight a cop told me he wasn’t retarded and i immediately lost all respect for him.
sometimes i am sad
can reading text really be called listening to someone?
i’m lost because i can’t find someone
this is em.
we had fun in the sun today.
i love em.
