have i really changed so much?
people say, you're better than that.
which, obviously i'm not, because i'd do it again.
you just wish i was someone else.

i didn't take offense when you said i was different now.
but i've certainly been thinking a lot about it.

i know i just had a month kind off, but i'd like another one.
timed with moving into a new apartment,
with a big room, where i could finally pour out all this junk i've been collecting
(metaphorically and physically, hallelujah)

sugar and spice.
everything nice.

the lab scanned this terribly.
i fixed it as best i could on joe's parents computer.

i've been making pictures.
& taking my vitamins.

i have a job.
wash, cut and color?




for the most part, i miss the music.