it seems my life is big balls of messy color, like shaggy flowers.
my teacher tells me i am unrealistic & too shy.

i feel like such a booger. out of reality. so useless, i might as well be on the moon. i dont even know anyone named katrina.

this is what's on my mind :
i cant wait to decorate an apartment with a boy. with skeleton bones & jigsaw puzzles & glass balloons & fruity soft drinks.

hello rabbits.