there are so many holes in my heart from all the people and places i'm always leaving. it is weird to be the kind of person who changes their mind constantly and never sits still. when i'm going it's like all that matters are the long drives with no destinations. adventures with friends. and then i'm still, back in florida and weird, akward and alone, looking at boxes and wondering how the fuck such a tiny house holds so much of my shit. countless schoolbooks. boxes full of old school vans. art supplies, ipod stereo, camera and gps device, and a lot of makeup and clothes. it makes no sense but still i totally understand it. i'm forever starting anew.
my brain goes a million miles per hour as i'm pretty sure anyone who actually knows me knows by now. i feel too much, too quickly, leave everywhere confused, dont know how to keep my feet planted. for most people i know taking control means getting organized. for me it is giving up on structure for now. sometimes it's not so bad to go places you never really go. sometimes it gives you the kick you need to ride long distances.
the mournival (12:23:50 AM): ok listen to me
the mournival (12:24:12 AM): you're KRAMPOTA!
the mournival (12:24:21 AM): you are little bruises and quarks and cute!
the mournival (12:24:27 AM): its what makes you so great
the mournival (12:24:39 AM): fuck some I'm a girl I'm a mold baaaaawlshit
the mournival (12:25:15 AM): the things about you from being able to be a rough and tumbler dirtball to a dressed flossy lookin diva is the best kind