feels strange. all of it.
Being away from home. Everyone away from home. We have all migrated from each other, since…we were born. Most of all, my youngest brother, by himself. What am I to do? I have till October, which is.. this is february, so…8 months left for me. Right now, I am not all that worried (obviously). I would (so much) want to go away from here. I need a change. I’ve needed a change so bad.
Hey there. I’m Sara from our Social Justice Class. My interest is Insurgency Movements, Guerilla movements, and right now I’m looking at the Chiapas Uprising.
a shower, haircut, coffee, milk, food would be nice.
don’t tell her how shes invading your mind.
you’re just high.
fight the urge.
felt the absence of standard, expected control?
I could just as easily get stuck by the abcess side of fallen trees, barks, seasonal leaves, and regurgitation. I am simply drifting, looking upwards, slowly bending angles to the sky with the dipping waves, my ears half in, half out. Its not cold, and even the wetness is a temporary discomfort.
The senses fizzle and die out for the concentration is defaulted to the dipping movement, the live sky and the fulfillment of life outside me. I must have taken leave. Its okay, there’s no expectation here, only a straightless channel to float by.
So I look out to time that pass by increments blind. A floater in the sky, birds peruse my visceral sight. No pokes, nor peeking acquisition of drafting, reorientations and subjugations.
Nope, just the sky and the gradients of colors timely changing, keeping stance. sweetness of dying.
i keep hitting new lows. indecent survivals.
its weird how quickly people evolve. Flickr-talent.
programs, apps, businesses. dedication
I reside with restlessness, a bomb over my head, bad taste.
No more phone as of today, the 28th. No junk food either. I need to pay my roommates. I still need to get thinner. These and more will all happen soon, I’m an optimistic kid. I just may not have looked it before. This girl beside me is really Victorian, ansy though, she keeps looking around. \
a bigger bed, some lay things and happiness.
talking with mom leaves me feeling like shit.
As lost as obssessive I am about their thoughts about me. I don’t want enemies.
I hardly slept last night. I feel inanely distraught. I picked up a cigarette in my dream, and then walked past my family, my mother. I kept walking. She was hurting.
I feel increasingly insecure like never before. This transition might’ve been better if I had more support.