heart shaped box.

tonight i look like kurt cobain.
it's 1992 for haley p.
hey. wait.

8:42 a.m.

an inevitable walk in the pouring rain's got me thinkin.
I should sleep.
I miss a lot of things.
Places i haven't even been to yet.

past me.

i found this note under my bed at my parents house. While funny, i wish i could remember exactly why i wrote this.

currently

" you can be attracted things that aren't beautiful"

i feel great.

the argument

i can't remember when, but we argued as to whether "fuckin" and "muffin" actually rhymed.
it looks good on paper.

what am i doing?

There are so many things that a bigger than i am.
1311 hewitt avenue.
my boxy purgatory
just wait, i am watching
and there are lives ending everywhere
was it all worth it?
i really hope it's all worth it.

i am scared.

confidence fades.

and today i made a conscious decision to write about you
be flattered.
i seem to be good at that.