Ate breakfast, which is NOT something I normally do. It always makes me feel sick and generally wants to exit via either the north or south doors rather soon after arriving.
I tend to have panic attacks once September rolls around. I guess it always represents change to me, and apparently I am not someone who likes change, though I always thought I was. It depresses me every time my friend Glenn leaves to go back to Korea at the end of August, the smell of Fall is clearly in the air and makes me want to scream, even the days look different when I wake up and peek out the window. AND I CAN'T STOP IT DAMMIT and I feel like I should be able to you know?
0 dirty hippies blowing your mind:
Post a Comment