The first time it’s bitter, the second time it’s better. It’s like that banana medicine I used to love but now hate. I think I only used to like it because it was yellow, and the bottle said it tasted like banana’s.
I’ve been finding it harder and harder to be interested sexually in people. I can’t wait for someone to give me that (spark).
Don’t make me sick, I just want to get a taste of what it used to be like. I need to respect, and you’re not giving me any! My first thoughts are, this is a totally unrealistic family with realistic problems, or t this is a realistic family with totally unrealistic problems.
Now I have to think about school, peeeeerfect. This yea will be totally different, it’s exciting, and invigorating, but then again I think I fall back down to earth and think about it being school and all.
I remember the last time my head was in the toilet
I can do this
This is me trying to hold together all the pieces of my past present and future. This is me trying so very hard and this is me needing to cry, needing to come up for air. This is me promising myself its a one time feeling, a fling. But this is me forgetting where I need to go and what I need to do. I need a map but there are no cartographers for this sort of thing. There never will be.
Ever hear a saying for the first time and then hear it twice that day? Mind-fuck!
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