-Feel fully content with my hair for once. -Grow my hair out past my breasts again… without it being fried. -So see Shaylee in Oregon. -Go on a vacation with a friend. -Bring a friend with me on vacation. -Take a roadtrip all over america with my best friends before college. -Pretend to be a hobo, beg for money - see how much I get. Then give it all to a real hobo. -Clean up my room. -Get married. -Have kids. -Lose weight, tone my muscles. -Break a plate, in the middle of a road. -Move away from here. -Actually… move out. -Get published. -Feel content with my photography, SOOC. -Take photos in strange places. -Take photos in old towns. -Take photos in a big city. -Visit the french quarter for mardi gras. -Wake up early. -Stop being lazy. -Live somewhere foreign. -Understand British money and…other british things. -Visit Egypt. -Visit France. -Visit Germany. -Hitch hike. -Milk a cow?! -Witness a baby being born. -Be a godmother. -Find myself.
I want you, you want me dead, I love you, you used to say I love you too. But all that’s broken in two, will remain in two, because I have yet to find another like you. You know that I want you, but you’ll kill me, and I want you to. Kill the hurt, kill the love, kill the memories, kill all the wishes, kill all my dreams, you kill me, kiss me dead. Kiss the lips of insanity, on the brink of breaking. On the edge of dying. We’re at the end of the end.