I'm a happy little girl. I've got everything I need and more.

Brittany needs some cashmoney. I have to keep myself motivated.
( MOTIVATION )

the glove compartment is inaccurately named and everybody knows it. so I'm proposing a swift orderly change, because behind it's door there's nothing to keep my fingers warm. and all I find are souvenirs from better times, before the gleam of your taillights fading east to find yourself a better life. I'm gonna send a little rain to pour down on ( Read more... )

Its hard to describe a nose-dive so hard that you felt the concrete radiate throughout your brain for an entire year. It's hospital scrubs. It's a Wegman's uniform. It's three boxes of chocolate hairdye and your curls still managing to turn hints of red. It's really shitty grades and a lack of motivation. It's Quebec with love. It's grime and dirt ( Read more... )

I rarely miss people, so this is strange ( Read more... )

You wake up too early. You measure the room in seconds it takes to make you hate white walls. You glide on your footies, covering the same feet that had plans to run away. You peek out of your room. It's a new guy sitting outside with his cart and papers and shit hair-cut. He tells you to wait, and you and your roommate ask for your hygiene cups. ( Read more... )

Less than one month til a monroe piercing, fingers crossed.
Clean room.
Pick up grades.
Pass finals.
Bingo, freebird, piercing.

nighttime in the unit means fuze beadz, television, and nervous breakdowns. it means hearing the black-haired girl throw her fists against the door as if they were quivering sticks of dynamite. it means no one leaves the multipurpose room. it means everyone is allotted four chocolate chip cookies because too much of the luscious cocoa bean will ( Read more... )

It's nice to say that I miss you too, but I don't.
I barely recognize you at this point.

I wish this would just go away already.