climb under the bed.

so it was another year passed.

a lot has changed.

kinda would have wanted your notation.

but you didn't give it.

i guess i got what i always wanted.

thats kinda pathetic.

i hate that you made me feel bad.

i can't handle it.

i want some oj.

and a nice home.

perfect vase.

the flowers beautiful.

i think you are the best.

the pictures keep slipping.

and you think i'm going to just let it fall.

im too ocd for that sort of thing.

i'm not in any danger.

i haven't found myself in before.

i don't think you understand.

my mindset and options.

you really need to open your mind up a bit.

i think it would be good.

for us both.

addressing the many you's.

you are really great.

all of you are in your own ways.

let's look at the positive.

i can't help but do so.

at the moment.

let's not let it cloud my judgement.

alrighty then.

thanks for the well wishes.

you have jelly on your knee!

as if that weren't enough.

your not the type for this sort of thing.

and you know it.

worse so does everyone else.

yeah bitchy behavior.

sorry about that one.

it just kinda slipped out unfortunately.

i don't believe it to be a good thing.

but there it is.

trip to the target.

it was less than thrilling.

although it was target at the least.

fixation on presentability.

and failure.

because that's just how life goes.

tomorrow is my birthday.

and for once.

i wish you wouldn't all make such a fuss.

just leave me be.

i've already spent it with my closest.

not to be rude.

it's just not the same.

bars fluctuating.

i put an x in there i dont know why.

such a mistake that is.

the shadow seems to have changed.

and you got replaced.

uninvited if you will.

your fashion leaves something to be desired.

its like a persona of someone else.

such a bad taste.

love the sarcasm.

out of my mouth.

sorry it is my nature.

we are in a room.

and yet we will not say a word.

thanks for that.

its refreshing.

to all the talking.

please stay out of my business.

stop analyzing my status.

stop teasing me.

i don't care for it.

and i still want to like you.

your way isn't better.

it's simply a different approach.

to the one i've chosen.

so heres how it goes.

sedated.

surprisingly much so.

trips around the city.

setting everything in a place.

new introductions.

and surprising new connection.

floating.

alone in a corner.

but trying to work my way through.

i'll win em over with food.

shopping.

packages expected.

in multitudes.

i am excited.

i'm liable to be broke.

class notes and long lectures.

falling down.

healing cuts.

red lights.

well lets focus.

for real this time.

lets really focus.

accessibility.

and communication.

you are awesome.

and i can't help

but love you.

same old some and dance.

ooh. isn't this lovely?

i don't think you quite estimate it.

weigh the right/left.

i think i'll stick with my decision.

others seem to think its good.

how do you see the future?

truth is im jealous of your clarity.

etched into the ceiling.

dancing on the cement.

peace of nature.

its a marvelous idea.

pack everything up again.

oh its a lot of baggage.

more so in a literal sense.

anxiety about the days ahead.

i think i really need to get this to work for me.

oh well.

look forward.

and accept the side.

get it all together.

you can't really complain about the journey.

it's way too much.

i love how utterly predictable you are.

it's just ridiculous.

you hate my style.

that's okay.

i didn't ask anyway.

i miss you already.

the complication of giblet.

oh.

closed off.

in the zone of whats in front of me.

not paying attention to you.

i really don't want to.

hill among mountains.

sweat the little things.

oh yeah.

i can't believe this happened.

what were we thinking?

get over the whole thing.

i can't.

well not now anyway.

vein maneuver.

is it the thought?

i guess it is.

a startling reflection.

zip you buttons.

and clasp your zipper.

you know you want a life like this.

zero.

compared to your surge.

i hate this.

thats for the apologies.

and the allocation.

bye.

don't put me with the rest.

so your like crazy.

oh, i am too. i know.

but i admit it.

i've not been in your world.

you never gave me the keys.

hah. it seems like its running together.

all this talk.

and visits.

long hours of waiting.

imaginary friends.

apparently you whisper to them.

just go all out.

and paint me some flowers.

lilac liquid.

girls night out.

pink lush walls.

the loft feel.

an end.

ice cream and cigarettes.

can you beat that?

mysterious signs.

through the windows.

laughter fits.

oh scotty indeed doesn't know.

LOL.

the list of new.

and old.

food joy.

i wish it were a one time thing.

hah. i pick at everything in sight.

i didn't mean to DNAEIL!

i wish i were like hannah.

you can be meghan.

cause she's a bitch.

and so are you in your subconscious.

NASTIA! olympic shine.

drive around.

the fresh paint.

and lighting.

sleep it off.

light the match.

and wait for the electricity.

you are so the melrose...

of your dreams.

oh jesus. what a week.

lets say what we haven't.

and get it all out.

there was a reason this stuff wasn't said.

i think i'm scared of you.

or being without you rather.

goodbyes.

they are so depressing.

i can't handle a long pause.

i'm just going to say adios.

and there we all go.

to our respective paths.

the lone cow.

with the skinny trees.

it seems symbolic.

of nothing in particular.

perhaps the small things.

im focusing on.

resentment.

and a hole in my side.

maybe just an ulcer.

nightmares.

and very early mornings.

just thoughts running around up there.

lets go on a trip.

oh, i just want to go home.

homeSICK.

why would you think any different?

museums dreams.

cold levels.

i'm not sure which i am on.

oh well.

turquoise beauty.

i love the attention.

lonely in the streets.

just dead.

once again.

its for the best.

you dont understand me.

back to the past.

its like the same stop every trip.

i dont really have much to say about it.

going back to the casa.

too many detours.

the pigeons have gotten fat.

yeah my small talk sucks.

ready to go.

i guess.