i miss you and you. i'm ashamed to say it. not because of you, because i shouldn't. i wouldn't. i don't care if you don't think about me when i'm gone. i think about you. there's this feeling that i don't like, it's tinged with other precarious feelings and thoughts, but it's so lovely. it makes me feel like candy on the inside. it's the worst and the best of my thinking. i try to forget but it won't let me. i hate this. and i love this.
hmpf.
i got a fourth print edition {done in the year of my birth} of 'for colored girls who have considered suicide when the rainbow is enuf' {ntozake shange} for 50 cents at a garage sale today. i love it.
hmpf.
i got a fourth print edition {done in the year of my birth} of 'for colored girls who have considered suicide when the rainbow is enuf' {ntozake shange} for 50 cents at a garage sale today. i love it.
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saturn1:
why did i think to myself about this or think anyone else could give me a satisfactory answer. he said it perfectly & it wasn't a perfect answer. i feel so much better now.
saturn1:
i meant to do that.