bye poller

one day I will write my novel.


I won't begin at the begining. or at the end. or any where on a line.

I'll begin where I am, and go all the places I go. (and all the places I will go)


detatch. (fromthisgardenofthoughts)
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Here's what's on my plate:
- I moved my piano, broke one of the wheels and made a large gash in my hardwood floor. I need to fix it ( I want my deposit back, and my roomate probably does too)

- my bed has been broken for a year and a half. I need to fix it

- I would like a tea kettle
- I now have about 15 different types of tea.

- I need to sign up for belly dancing

- I need to write here more

- School is starting. I hate it. I'm thinking of fleeing in a different way (some people call it graduating)

- maybe I'll move east, help grace and write

- I think I'm sick. not like I have a cold. Like I have a disease. (but like I am a disease) I'm tired all of the time. Like I wake up from sleeping 9 hours and I'm tired


- To be perfectly honest with you (which I'm trying to do) I think I'm developing anxiety issues.
scratch that. my anxiety issues are getting worse.
(I'm becoming afraid of everything. While driving, I'm afraid that every green light is going to turn yellowred before I get the chance to stop. I'm afraid of everyone I love dying, everyday.everyone.everything. allthetime. )

I'm afraid I'm not doing enough to help people. how can I help people? How can I be a good thing?

how do I achieve goodness?

ladies and gentlemen, I'm tired and I want my time back.



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