but i can't.

and i won't.

because i just don't feel like that anymore. and i'm very,very tired of pretension. and pretending.

"it;s that. i love you to pieces."

&everything is numb. except the ocean air.

i'll be gone for a couple weeks. literally, a couple (we're holding two fingers up here, tee-vee stations and camping promises.) writing in notebooks in the middle of the desert, far away from my water elements and the people that supposedly give a shit about me. in mind and heart and body. today i thought, i've always written to remember. now i think i'm ready to write to forget.

and yeah.

i'm pretty fucking excited.


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