this sleepy little town doesn't have much for me anymore, to be honest.
i'm moving. i'm moving away from this town, these people, my house.
i haven't found a home anywhere in my fourteen years, but i will.
i wish i knew when. i'm going to start over completely. no one will know me.
no one will know all my best kept secrets, my lies, my wishes, the things i wonder.
my quirks, my oddness, my thoughts, my actions, my face or my voice.
fucking new york city.

i'll be there, though not soon enough. i've always said i don't know what the hell i want with my life,
but i think i finally know.

this summer, i'm..
dying my hair.
getting my ears pierced again. (fourth time? yeah.)
trying to get something else pierced. (lip(s)?)
fucking getting rid of this complexion problem COMPLETELY.
getting way better clothes. (thinking 'hipster')
losing some major weight.
making my teeth look better. (whiter?)

in the near future(think a year or two), i'm..
being emancipated, most likely.
moving out.
getting a job.
getting more piercings. (or first?)

in the future(this summer to sixish years), i'm..
moving to new york city.
falling in love. (hopefully, and most likely.)



what else?
i don't know;
i was thinking of more,
but my mind fails to retain thoughts and ideas.