i am sitting in my empty dorm room eating chocolate and listening to someone like you and feeling sorry for myself and wishing i could change myself and maybe change other people too.
i think it’s bedtime
there was that night when it all started and then everything started to change after that. i wish it never had. if something never was, we wouldn’t miss it.
i think i belong in a commune where we weave baskets and don’t shave our legs, because don’t you understand that that’s the way it’s supposed to be?
it would be so nice if everyone could be happy with what they are. no more coverup, s’il vous plait.
i don’t know what i’m doing with my life and i feel like a failure and i wish i could go home but i can’t because home isn’t there for me anymore.