So you say the present's just a pleasant interruption to the past.

Lugardifavorito.

I wanna

get lost in the library with you.

Turnthesummerintodust.

Seasons of turn overrates.

Another that came and gone. Same story, different character. Great to see what comes out of it. Trader Joe's samples. Do I like it, or meh? Gets better every time; ends worse every time. Can each season sort of run the same path?

A string of random hairs, usually slubby. Each off to a slow start but finishing off heavy. Affairs trudging in circles. A pocketful, make it two. OD-ing on espresso equals over regulation of heartbeats. High or confusion? Clarity?

Stomping reckless in the city sun provides surreal moments. Pity of the past.

Let it fall.

I'm taking all I have to take because taken is going to shape me.

Due to my recent incident leading me to the ER, it has brought me to the confirmation that people ARE unpredictable. No exceptions. That has always sat in the back of my head but it's come to the forefront. I am a naive and mere twenty-two years old. I am in pure love with the process that I am going through. Yeah, it's tough, but now I can only laugh at all my failures, with only more to come. At those moments, I can be dubbed as the "crazy bitch", the phrase that I use quite frequently. It's all out of curiosity and pushing myself to feeling something beyond. Entertainment for the time being.

As much as I say that I don't possess the naivety of a girl my age, I think I do. To a certain extent; I comprehend them a second later that quickly turns into hilarity. I am sure of when it happens, I will be the greatest of my expectations. The outcome will only be as equally, if not more than I can consume.

Most don't reach after the line of where my passion lies. It's been a redundant accumulation of drawbacks my entire life thus far. I have to keep the constant reminder strong; it's worth the struggle; the wait of what and who lies ahead. This is not a pity-depressed driven entry. It is a toast to my happiness of becoming wholly myself.

I seem to have my nose in the air about kids my age. I don't date anyone my age, for the reasons for anyone knows. I tend to date a lot older or at least a handful of years older than I. As the number of older men adds on, the refiner, stable man I steer towards have only turned out to be the same as the kids my age with only the higher knowledge of how to play the game.

I have done some research. It's outcome, closure. Exactly what I was out for. Ouch. For whatever unexplainable reason, it seems to not be enough. I would rather get the brute truth from the character instead. I am a happier person. I hate being the gullible youngin'. There's always a rush for me of the desire to be older. I am always impatient. Impulsive. ADD. Those are the things that get me into the predicaments I fall into. With that, there is no speeding up time, only taking full advantage of it.

Let me be the one to deplete your thoughts and leave only me behind.