door.

CLOSE.

CLOSE.

CLOSE.


shut.

BAM!

KAZAAM!

Shaquille O'Neil?

CLOSE!

CLOSE THE DOOR!

guilty.

BOOYA!

STOP IT.

I dunno. I saw tears again.

I just wish that you new it would be alright.

"You make me feel safe. I feel like if you were a part of my life you wouldn't let me fail. I'm afraid to fail."

...I dunno, it just keep replaying in my brain.

I love you (all).

Sometimes I legitamtely think I am bipolar=Sorry. I hate it when
it(grendel*) happens, just as much as you do.









*me

Not Until You're Fully Grown.

It's just that. I like what I feel. But I dislike what I see. I like the colors, and the pretty eyes, but sometimes there is just a time to be silent. And you don't take a second, not even a SECOND to realize that. I wish I knew how to fall sideways, but I don't know how to tilt my body that way. I mean...I can to the left, but not the right. And that's the way I need to go.

I know where I'm going though. Actually, I have no idea what the future has ready for me. Which is what I know, and which is what makes it so exciting to the point where I want to scream.

AHH!

I found it today in my drawer. Something I legitamately forgot about. I forgot about you. (subconciously, of course)

Well that's nice of you...

Honestly? I'm no where near mad. it's just stupid.

I am so happy to learn.

Stop suffocating me. You have no idea the way it SHUTS my brain down. I think of NOTHING when it comes to rompers.

Italiano... deserves a smile.

Hard work feels good. Even if it gets me no where...it still feels delightful.

I want to WANT twist my fingers around someone else's.

Ehh, just kidding.