Destination
Today I have broken (entirely) the expectations I had placed on the destination. Today life is because I'm going to decide what to do with it. One night, fate she drops her panties to the floor. One night serves to cure whatever it was before my heart, probably a broken heart. Within hours, one minute, to smile stupidly. To stop spinning on without finding out myself.
Now the only thing I miss is having 16 years, situations, people they wanted. EFT and TRJA
hear, and Billy Talent, and Aiden and my 16 years I have come to mind with vivid clarity.
All I want to do is go to San Juan and burn all the time wasted in diary form. I hate my mother because made me miss a lot of things, great.
I tattoo. Become a piercing after another. Learning to play the fucking drums, fuck. Photograph. Losing the fear of being like my sister, because I WILL NOT LIKE IT, I know, I know now. And therefore, lose their fear of everyday things that must come sooner or later.
I leave here, I want to grating.
I want to trust a little more. A little less wary.
And I want and want and want.
But now the target is naked and runs by the back door.
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