Sometimes I look around my room and I look at myself and I think that it's strange that I never recognize who I am.
-Zebra stripe sheets
-paintings on the walls
-books on art, design, and Andy Warhol
-a violin/classical electric amp
-canon rebel
-a star wars poster on the wall
-my band posters on the wall
-a kleenex box with cartoon monsters on it
I like these things normally but for some reason right now none of this matters at all. my hormone medicine isn't working again so i'm feeling highly emotional... so it's pretty much like i'm pmsing all the time, anyway that's not important! what's important is that none of the things in my life (minus art) that normally matter right now, matter. the only thing i cannot get enough of is the most amazingness boy that i know. boy, even my 3 year relationship doesn't measure up to this. i know everything will work out and you will be able to come home; i don't think you want to miss out on this.
this isn't just a summer thing my friend, and i know you know it too. =)
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