Saturday, August 25, 2012

everything in this world can be fixed with some scissors and glue

usually, I love to be alone. To get away from the huge crowds and the streets full of people who bump in to you and don't care about how you feel that day.


but all of that has finally disappeared.

I'm back in a small town with similar people where I'm realizing I care about what people think again.  i'm in great danger of running into people i know wherever I go.





and now I yearn even more than before to be alone. because at least before i didn't know anyone. and they didn't care how I felt that day. and they didn't care who i was or what i looked like.


and i could be me.

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