one true sentence.

I have so much so say, that i cant write.

I want to pour it all out into a puddle and just smear it across the page.

Why am i so detached, and feelingless. Why am i so uninspired. Im miserable. this is not who i am. I know who i am and what i want, why am i letting my life ride in every direction without taking control.

I want to be the girl that runs a 17:00

I want to be the girl with the long tan legs surfing

I want to be the girl that takes pictures, and makes art

I want to be the girl that has friends of all kinds and colors.

i want to be the girl that goes to rasta shows, dances and drinks dark beer on fridays.

I want to be the girl that didnt let anything stop her from who she wants to be

thats how i felt when i was on my own over the summer. i was free, i had no restraints and i could have or do anything i wanted. i was on top of the world, get that girl back