June 30th, 2008

Rainbow || Rainbow northern lights.


I'm rotting some here.

I read Wicked.

I've written some.

Only the family up here, really.

Haven't been swimming yet.

Want to be home working and cleaning and, I guess, crying.

I shouldn't take up any more friends before I learn to be one. A true one.

I miss...

But I don't know who or what I miss, so I don't know how to end that sentnce.

I miss when I wasn't a prick? I miss when I was a child with long-blonde hair and a mouth that only opened when there was something important and honest to say?

I miss a lot of things.

I want the future. I am greedy. My hands are green and my mouth is rotting, my heart is crying and my ego is laughing, my body is pained and my spirit is displeased.

And I need to get off the Internet.