I'm excited about math and today I skipped half a day of school because a girl broke my heirloom bracelet from India and I thought if i dont get the hell away from these ignorant people i'm going to fuck someone up.
in a coffee place I drew with my pastels and suffered to meaningless talk. I feel disappointed with the people I used to know. I feel they should have grown with me.
Dear lone ranger, You need to be here. I am bursting with something extraordinary for you. I tried to write it, I tried to paint it. It was half. This is bigger than the both of us. Can you feel it from across the country? Love, me.