Pt 1

It could be a good start for a cover story.
Or maybe the fact that I am discovering a lot about
me and who I've become as a person.
Life has been a bit bonkers.

Selling my car, prom, dancing, always with her, walking,
waking up early, speechless, talkative, old stories, remembering,
waiting, loading, wishing, UPS OBBESSION, clothing lines, asking,
answering, facebook, cold, starbucks, warm, cold, kissies,
cuddling, washing, brushing, Rufus, small, v-necks,
fashion, fashion magazines, the lookbook, ashlee elaine,
vintageowl, sleepless nights, no money, endless amounts of smoking,
working, hating, crying, depression, worrying, and concerned.




I keep bailing on the most important goals
I set for myself. Or am I just setting some short of existence
to show others that I'm enhanced than I'm really am.
I've misplaced seven or maybe three lighter's.
One which a former employee that no longer even works with us.
I intimate that I am leading the pack.
When it's the other way around.



"Curse those who believe in what's not real. In order to have something
in set goal to look forward to"
xx