Mind Sex

want to watch Ratatouille.

I'm tired.

I dont drink vanilla extract to get drunk like other kids do.

I like talking on the phone now.

At least to T-Paine.

I'm pretty happy.

Baby

I lied.

I think I'm more insecure.

Or just worried.

I don't know why I feel this way.

Everything is better than normal.

I guess I'm a baby.

I'll grow up one of these days.

But it makes me a human.

I know I'll be fine.

That night

I was trying to forget the past, and my heart was beating hard, as you said.
You said you didn't know what "beating hard" even meant.
I guess I wasn't controlling it.
And I couldn't.

Everything was simple.
I don't feel so insecure.
We never cried or shivered or laughed or thought.
We were just there for however long it was.

I could have looked in your eyes.
But you had yours set on my heart.
If this is our start, then I think I'll be fine.

The New Love Song

I take too many naps.



Is it okay to feel brave and afraid at the same time?


I'm learning to move differently.
With my blood, or organs, or bones.
I landed on my neck yesterday during theatre. That hurt more than I thought.
I'll be okay.





When can we see each other?

Better Together

The library closes at 5.
I am the last one here.



The counselors here think I'm wacky.
I know why.



These past days I've felt I should be at home.
For reasons not my own.
I hope I'm not putting too much on myself.
But I care.

Kitchen

I go by Gucci here at GSE.
I think it's funny.


My room is pretty simple
I have 4 action figures and my ukulele.
My roommate has a pair of bongos.




I realized that no matter what, this summer I would've worried about a girl.
Either one here at GSE or one back at home.
T-Paine lets me not worry.
I'm happy.

Who Loves The Sun

I am going to governor's school tomorrow.

My schedule is depressing compared to yours.

Last night was a good night.

For once I can't quite explain how I feel.

But I am happy.

I think I'll have fun.

But it'll be hard at times.

I have to stay optimistic.