I feel weird, like I need to write but I don't have any words. I am swimming, upside down, a swammer. I am good but I am not. Last night my ma didn't let me stay at my house. But I had no where to go, so I sat outside your house and wondered, what if.
Sometimes we are the same person. And now you are drunk and telling me you are falling. Falling, falling, falling. He leaves in a week, a week not soon enough.
I am falling, too, and I don't know how to be. How do you explain that to someone? Someone as sweet as...sugar. Suga, suga, suga. Suga lips, suga hipssss.
My spanish teacher today told me I should be the teaching the class. That's right, because homie is crazy and just wants to play his guitar and teach us how to drink tequila in the back of the class.
I want to be happy, and I feel it, but mostly I want to be okay and confident and alive. I am getting there