I woke up the next day and I honestly didn't care. I was happy. I wasn't sorry about anything. I mean, sure my sister still didn't deserve that kind of treatment, but I'm glad it happened.

I love spoons.

I had a dream that it snowed, and then I died. It was honestly the happiest dream I've ever had.

But seriously, am I doing something I shouldn't be?

Life needs to hurry up and get here.

I'm about to go out on a limb and do what I please and see if I can't gain anything from the experience. I may fail, I may succeed, but I know that I'll be fine with wherever I take myself.

But I feel so alive these days.

But I want it.

I feel like I just met myself.

( New hair. )

She and I are skipping class today. End of story.