I feel like I’m sitting at an airport, saying goodbye to a friend whose flight is soon leaving. April was good to me. It is bittersweet. I’m thankful for everything, so sad to see it leave.
experimental stream of consciousness writer who may or may not be a liar. sanest person you've ever met but i'll look you in the eyes like a computer eating magnets. what i don't know about you, i'll make up. and you'll still love me because you don't know where i went that moment you swore i disappeared. my moods chase the seasons and i hear it makes an interesting read. i like smelling good.