i am smelly.
tristan prettyman keeps smooshing my head with her lyrics. especially the one about the story (you'll write the title and i'll write the chapters, you'll tell me what comes after). each song is haunting but in its own special way.
anyway, the point is i can't stop listening. (the memories come flooding back in a field of butterflies)
people are going somewhere. all of these girls that i used to know, intimately or just casually, are moving through and past the world and building their lives (the seasons changing in your heart).
i'm not sure i want to go to france anymore. the deadlines for a full academic year (08 09) are in less than two weeks and i am not ready to go anywhere. i need people to stop pushing me to leave.
what's the point
if i can't even dream up a dream
that's not worth the keep
what's the point in going
if i'm better off not knowing?
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