7, 504 miles

01.08.2016

4.53

i feel like i'm in hamilton but i'm not. this feeling has struck me at least five times already.

i love tunnels and the electric amber glow the lights on their walls emit on my skin, its so pretty.

i want someone to take pictures with. i miss certain people so much but it's not really a sad i miss you, its more of a you're so fun and i miss spending time with you.

i'm in such a weird mood and i'm just really want something but i don't know what it is and its dumb and everything is dumb.

you know when you look really angry and don't smile and squint but you're just sleepy and dosing of because that's me right now.

if i could do something really well then i'd want to write really well or play guitar really well. i like both of them a lot.

this place has made me so soft. both physically and mentally. my skin is soft and my lips are the softest they've ever been in a long time which is fucking weird. mentally because i keep telling everyone i miss them and then realizing that my detached, independent, i don't give a fuck attitude is shattering and that makes me feel way too goddamn vulnerable. i don't want everyone to know that stuff.

i want to go downtown to mixed media on james street because i love it there and i'd kill to be with alisha and kaylia downtown right now because i love them and i love the whole jackson square area.

5.57

i can't believe i'm across the world from someone i want to be across the room from.