listening to 'maximalist'. looking for a new place. mines right now=not cool. missing my blond? just a little. missing friends that moved far far away. a lot. thinking about how often i would look at pictures of us in the 9th grade and say "we were babies then..."; i thought of your slaughterhouse video you made for class. it takes a lot of courage to go out there and radiate your essence. somehow, your picture means less to me now than it ever did.... but that blurry memory of you, it means.... means so much more.
oh, when will i ever be just...content.
