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[12 Dec 2009|11:18am] |
In three days I will be free free free and so happy happy happy and so busy busy busy !!!
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[11 Dec 2009|12:24am] |
sometimes I have obnoxious moments where I blow (literally) hundreds of dollars to do something outrageously and irresponsibly spontaneous. sometimes I stand outside in the middle of the coldest day all year and just stand so still so still sooo still until I can't feel my hands anymore and until I've convinced myself the (raging, horrifying, piercing) wind has taken me away.
and then I go inside to thaw out and drink cocoa and bundle up and cancel all of those stupid reservations and plans. and I remember the reality of the upcoming days. and I'm happy. and things are lonely sometimes, yes. but I am 20 years old, dear god, I am only 20 years old. I am 20 years old and I am happy as all hell. what do I need to worry about loneliness for? what do I want to worry about boring myself to tears for? even if... well, even if... even if, the fact of the matter is that I am still...
I am still still still only 20 years old.
don't you remember? for nearly half of my life now I've cadenced the mantra: "I am flawed if I'm not free."
I am flawed if I'm not free. free at last, free at last.
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