01.05.07
its late but there is good reason
My room is a mess.
I told mama that I couldn�t imagine myself at twenty just a few years ago. What I meant was that I didn�t think I could make it.
I�m twenty years old today and I love music, pictures, and the smell of paint and the feel of acrylic.
I�m going to wear a skirt today and walk in the sun and I am loved.
And I am in love.
I�m twenty years old today and I like sour things that make my lips pucker and fog moving across the lamplights in a parking lot.
shi-ou-sama at
