okay, so bad doesn't mean leave and come back, it means stay and push ( Read more... )

i do hope that r. comes back.

perhaps i should have left a note.

but most of my thoughts turn themselves into "fuck you".

she's right, then: this was never what i wanted.

fuck you. and fuck if i'm not going, too.

who says i even wanted this
in the first place?

oh. i did.

oh, ____, she even stole my words!

fuck you for all of this.

maybe in your fear of honesty,
you make me feel like nobody at all.

will it be too late for flowers?

probably.

the lesson i should maybe be learning is
not to care so much.

i have nothing to say except that i danced saturday night for the first time in about four years and R. didn't realize the significance of that i guess. and that it's too bad about C. but these things happen and maybe i'll leave class early anyway.

i guess i have a lot of things to say but no idea how to begin. so i won't.