Wednesday, December 16, 2009


I don't really want anyone to ask me about my semester. I don't want to have to explain anything of what I felt, went through, or anything. I don't want to do it because I can't even explain it to myself.

I found myself wanting to pretend as if the whole thing didn't happen.

I don't want anyone to ask me for photographs. Or stories. Or to see my passport.

Shit- is this how I'm supposed to feel? It wasn't even that bad.


I'm f--ked.


I wanna go back to Chicago where people talk to me less and expect less of my emotions.

2 comments:

Toni Jean said...

I wont ask you anything as long as you will let me play with your hair.

cat m. said...

deal.