Is it such a crime to want love, and to be loved.
I was sixteen. The people around me were hurling dripping handfuls of paint at the blank canvas that was me, and I was watching the painting come together. And I thought I was painting it, of course. Of course I did. I was sixteen. Admittedly, I am only seventeen now. But some years are longer than others.
So that is how he is vice president.
My sister just kissed my laptop, and then my backpack.
WHAT IS GOING ON????
My brother trying on my cousins jacket.
Today was a weird day.
I emerged first in a small family of tents.
I used a tree a back rest while I pissed.
I sang my heart out with my favorite brother.
I’m in posses of a guitar that means too much and too little.
I said goodbye to an old friend.
Today was a good day.