graduation.

i'm not gonna call myself stupid. because everything i felt at the moment was true. the hesitation. the begging. the truth. i don't want to be like this. i wish i could tell him. but i again i wish not. it's all the same right?
thought it would calm me down. thought i'd remember to put my dress in the dryer. it all works out doesn't it? it's been this way for a couple of weeks, but tomorrow cements it, right?
i realized it and started crying.
i told him i was a writer. well, i'm not sure if this fucking counts.
there are so many talented people out there? how am i supposed to compare myself to them?
i had an idea tonight. maybe i'd take wood squares and paint expressions on them.
she's leaving in a few shorts weeks. i know what it is. she reminds me of jenessa. it's how put together she seems, even when i know it's not alright.
all those pictures put on cases.

i need to go.