i'd rather be myself (faults included) and love people because they are beautiful souls.

Tonight I might go the beach. It's awful hot and I am waiting for Sarah who has movies. Don't forget your sunscreen kids.

we're all just people who make up shit in our heads.

I am not quite sure I know. I am not quite sure I care. I think I'd prefer to never hear or see anything other than what was meant to be seen and heard. What that is I am not sure and I know I am foolish and silly and write about nothing, but it's fun, it passes the time, it's just a little bit of nothing to see the weeks pass, the words form, the situations different. Sometimes I wish I'd never known any different. It would be nice to wander barefoot forever. That's not the case. It never was. I don't know what I just wrote, I fell asleep. Will I wake up?

I hate to be inspired.

Maybe it's a new era, wrong choice of words? Perhaps. A new time or place or skin. It's time to stop being a coward and admit the world is circular and inconsistant. I am not opposed. If I were I'd be dead, or frozen, but I am warm and sad, ready. It'll be grand and it wont matter when we rot because It'll have all been ridiculous and brilliant.

To cure/reduce the mean reds, read Breakfast at Tiffany's. I do, daily.