Wednesday, March 9
it seems like we're going somewhere together. but where?
or maybe it is what it is. and what it is exists in no form whatsoever.
i tell my inner voice: be more optimistic son.
i don't wanna run and hide. it seems like we're meant to be. at least to me.
school is boring. maybe 'cause you're not around.
or then again maybe not. school is inherently boring. that you're not around just makes it worse.
positively.