you can read this. i want you to.
it's all light right now. all weightless and waiting for tomorrow. that's when i'll get started. i'll be gay tomorrow. i'll be skinny tomorrow. i'll make friends tomorrow. i don't need any of that now. now, i'm just here. just here.
"how many times do i have to tell you? i'll do it tomorrow!" -the shitty mom in gracie's choice.
i think if i go to college next year i'm just going to wither up and die. do you ever feel that way? about anything. like if i stop moving for too long (which i already have), i just won't ever be able to move again. people will see me, a huge backpack over my shoulder, frozen in the chair of some sociology classroom. drooling. they'll knock on my forhead and it'll make little "dink dink" noises, like on a glass tv screen. "got another code purplish beige here, fellas!" the security guy will yell. and they'll haul me off and give me lots of acid and cold pizza with ranch dressing, and send me off to backpack through europe. you know? or is that just me.
is it bad that i've only been a christian a year and a half and i'm already sick of christianity? i walk into a christian bookstore and they're selling sixty dollar bibles and fleece travel blankets with john 3:16 printed on them, and i want to find the manager and spew all over him. okay maybe not spew. but you know. teenagers all want to change the world, right? just because i have this burning passion about something, doesn't really mean anything. it's just a phase. sigh.

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