They Didn’t Get Me, I Should Have

Less Than A Month Ago All Of August Still Stretched Before Us - Long And Golden And Reassuring, Like An Endless Period Of Delicious Sleep.

Unhappiness Is Bondage; Therefore, Happiness Is Freedom.

Maybe This Is The Secret To Talking To Boys--maybe You Just Have To Be Angry All The Time.

It's As Though The Words Are Trapped, Buried Under Past Fears, Past Lives, Like Fossils Compressed Under Layers Of Dirt.

Fridays Are The Hardest In Some Ways: You’re So Close To Freedom.