I can’t handle it.
— John Green
And I realize that more and more. I just want him to be back from college. I want to clean my car out with him and just go drive and talk about everything and dork out about music. I just need my dork out time with my number one bro. Bleh. End whiny rant.
I love pretty clothes but I really love ugly clothes.
Turn to the person next up you and talk to them. Make music. Make art. Make something. Because if you keep it all bottled up you’ll go mad.
Words well spoken Meridian. Words well spoken.
I need to get out of this town.
— Modern Baseball
I love having casual whatever but I am starting to wonder what the fuck I’m doing. I need to clean up my fucking act and figure out what I want. I get so lonely sometimes and this isn’t helping one bit.