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wearing. jeans and a hoody
feeling.
alone
wanting. to scream
watching.
the screen
wishing.
for the words to come out right
hearing
. the tv of the guy on the floor below me




.specific.little.portions.of.stuff.

Farewell to Freeway

Prom Date (some ex-box socials)

LSA





June-23, 24, 26, 27, 30
July-
1, 2, 4, 6, 8, 9, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 16, 21, 24, 29
August-
5, 9, 18, 24, 28, 28
September-
1, 5, 6, 7, 12, 14, 22, 25
October-
1, 6, 12, 21, 22, 26, 30
November-
12
22, 25, 27, 29








[[April 28, 2004]]

i feel not like myself today, and at the same time, more like myself than i have in a long time...
I keep looking around here for something familiar, something that feels like home, but all i find is a bunch of stuff i brought from home...home is no where to be found.  Home is tattooed on the side of my neck, home is a constant reminder of who i really am and the only 2 people in the whole world who will ever know me, through all the secrets and the sneaking out, and the hiding piercings and covering tattoos, and begging for money, and owing money they've learned to see who i am. Home is more than a place where i can go when i need to do laundry, or steal food, home is in my name, its more than where i come from, its where i belong. This place isn't home, i just live here.





[[..time.captured.in.a.bottle..]]
.i.am...
.people.i.love...
.history.in.the.making..
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