something cute and lighthearted because i've been in a gloomy mood recently.

the last line has been amended thanks to bill :)

****** is such a classic yet tragic concept. i wanted to write a poem about her (or the idea of her) but this was difficult to come up with. not entirely thrilled.

bored on the bus right now. it's a good place to clear my head.

i always find it strange when you visit someplace you spent so much time in as a kid, like a friends house, but when you return nothing has changed. it makes me feel twelve again.

being back on the west coast brings out the friskier side of me. i was so much more carefree when i lived here. i grew up on rebellion, and i miss that.

i don't want to leave my hometown. currently visiting my beautiful seattle and being with my friends is healing me. i'm dreading having to leave.