my doctor gave me bubblegum medicine today.
needless to say, i love my doctor.

p.s. anyone want to go kite flying?

"bee keeper" sounds like a pretty enchanting profession.

dear co-ordinate conjuctions,

i'm sorry, but this isn't working out.
it's not me, it's you. frankly, i just
don't see how anyone could ever love
you. but i wish you the best in your
future.

sincerely, k.n.

i think i'm having some sort of life crisis.

BEST WEEK EVER!!!.

i don't ever write in here anymore

i just can't get the hang of it,
i just can't. when it all comes
together, it all falls apart.

took my piercing out a few weeks ago &my hair is
getting really long. stressed, typically at a loss for
words, starved for something simple, tired. always
the same old thing, stagnant.

i want to move to Portland.

"you know those days when you get the mean reds?"
"the mean reds, you mean like the blues?"
"no. the blues are because you're getting fat and maybe it's been raining
too long, you're just sad that's all. the mean reds are horrible. suddenly
you're afraid and you don't know what you're afraid of. do you ever get
that feeling?"

i don't like school but i don't want to
work like a normal person either. i hope
my dad gets rich so i can just drift
through life and write my stories.

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