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Wednesday, June 8, 2016
Beggar
I hate beggars. I really wish that people wouldn't actually walk to my car and ask me to roll down the fucking window so they can poke their head literally inches away from me and ask if I can buy them a goddamn burger. I can't stop thinking about how creepy the guy was. What if my step dad wasn't with me? :( I'm frightened of people coming to my car now. I'm never stopping to eat in a parking lot again.
Wednesday, June 1, 2016
Mom song
I'll hold on to you
until my fingers turn black and blue.
You're the closest thing that
I have to a muse
I know that I'm hard to guide
I'll fool around and waste my time
Trying to see everything eye to eye
With you
And
It'll never happen
Like you're Fourty, I'm Eleven,
The difference is too grand of a size
But despite the distance,
I sure gotta try.
You're my mom and I love you
Tattoos aren't the end of the world.
I know they look like stains to you
They make you wanna hurl.
I read in an article
Tattoos help the particles
Of bacteria in your body stay in check
But even if I showed you that,
If I got one, you'd say "what the heck".
Carbondale
I miss it.
I don't want to go back.
I feel lost here.
This is home.
I am lonely.
I like being alone.
School sucks.
I want to learn my trade.
I need a job.
I like freedom.
I want money.
I'm lazy.
I am conflicted.
Everything is okay.
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