i'm living in a world where status is all that matters. life is a popularity contest and i can't stop falling in love. things are making me feel invalid to the system.
i like to be a person, not just a number or a reserve.
this time i'm trying to expose my face to the sun while the world spins below my feet. who can say that this day isn't for the dreamers or the sinners? everything is left unclaimed and still it cannot be given... what are the things that make us human?
there are so many questions without answers and things that people consider paradoxes. the trees sway in the breeze. time is relevant to the things people say they represent. andy warhol was world famous for fifteen minutes.

i'm excited that my friend is moving back home. living alone is wrecking her life, i don't want her to die of some no name overdose on a dru that kills our fathers in a place where she's not safe.