jumbled

.i just want to do what i want.
.writing feels so hard- reading is agony.
.the cold air eats me.
.i'm out of place here- coming to the end.
.i'm nervous to stay there- with all of its history..

[i was in the building before i realized. then all i could do was pray not to see him. i won't make the mistake again. i suppose, in the end, 40oz to freedom only gave me more constraints.]

.i have the apartment to myself; they're gone to play on the island.
.she knows everything and it miraculously changed nothing.
.i'm so socially acceptable and PC consciencous, it's bullshit. unwilling to speak for fear of pissing someone off- making them uncomfortable.
.i'll always save your face, even if i can't bear to look at it.