killing people's hope, even when they won't admit to it.
i've been freaking out. this feels like too much. it's not too much, though. it's the perfect amount of everything. this is exactly what i have been looking for and i feel no difference. a change of pace is coming. 6 months from now something is going to change. everything will be different. i feel it. i know it. i want to write a huge long thing, like angie did, about me. i was giong to before she even did, but i don't like writing about myself. im so in the mood to rant. but i won't because i care too much about what people think, right now. i still need to let everything free. i had a weird trip the other day. every room i was in felt like it was suspended in space, in a black sky. and then every emotion felt like that too. and each room was white and there was pink somewhere in there. i can't really place it too well. and in the only room i remember there was a window with a wooden rectangular table, a glass vase with no water or flowers, and a very colorful couch. i want to disect it. i feel ready.
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