I'm listening to your recordings just to hear your voice of reason. I'm sitting in a corner behind a guitarist that never quits, but has quit on me. I'm studying for a test that I hope that I wont fail.
I woke up with a bloody nose this morning. I ate my bowl of cheerios with rice milk. I no longer have enough money in my bank account for that train ticket. I guess I have the whole summer to figure out if I'm gonna leave or not.
I wish I could stick my head in the dirt and let myself bloom, but the air is too cold, and I am too afraid of staying in one city my whole life.
Also, my friend's boyfriend looks like an alien.
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