I'm an early-late bloomer . white golden . I can't live like this, I can't die as nothing . I wear my heart on my stained, over-stretched, hand-me-down sleeve . **** me for wanting to shave my face and not my legs . sleep is exhausting . pain . nipping-nagging-at-me-all-around-me . sun, excitement, fun! . when pretty is ugly and ugly is pretty . I feel light and airy when they're around . August is coming and I'm not ready . maybe hold my hand? But please don't touch my leg like that . maybe people die because they think they have to . I could wrap your voice around me and sleep in it all night long . premium ice cream . I want to go to the hundred acre woods with you . we weren't supposed to know this much . "where are you going?" "crazy." . why am I so in love with you? . unilateral . here we go .
Little lines from each day (or few days apart) in July. There's no theme, just emotions.