my dad bought our tickets to ghana today.
we're laving the day after we get out of school.
i'm worried that i won't appreciate it.
i like to think i will, but i'm nervous that i'm just not as cool as i thought.
i like singing vigorously along to songs on the radio and not know the words.
i miss being a kid.
sometimes i get sick of being cautious.
thrift store=superior to everything
i wanna go running, but i'm feeling too heavy to move that fast.
i'm curious about what being someone else would feel like.
i would like the pool to open.
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