Glow

Good days, bad days, both days, no days, days, days, days.

Kiss my hand, kiss your neck, hold my hand, kiss my back, kiss your lips, text, text, text, dance with me, bake for you.

I suppose that's been my life the past couple days. I don't know what the hell I want. But maybe I do know an amazing someone who has swept me off my feet. Maybe? I hope I have a Valentine. Yes, yes- that's a stupid shallow thing to say, but- I'm a girl, and a lonely girl at that.

"Oh, he said he'd cure your ills
But he didn't and he never will
Oh, save your life
Because you've only got one"

Whatever-

School is already stressing me out, three studio classes is going to eat me alive.

Jorge killed himself. That makes me feel so hopeless. I just saw him a couple weeks ago, now he is gone. Life is a strange pliable thing...we can mold it into what we want, or we can squish it. Surge through our fingers and then before you know it, its out of our grasps. That makes me feel so cold and vulnerable- we are all capable of so much, we are the managers of our life.

Speaking of cold- my apartment is freezing. I sleep with my socks on, a hoodie, and sweatpants. Pacarda hasn't been keeping me very warm either.