can you please explain

because i don't understand anything these days

development theory

or

the way

the old hurts different from the new

one sharper, the other so obtuse

you could hardly see through

to tomorrow, when you wake up

feeling

different

and confused

for a purportedly smart girl, you're an awfully big moron sometimes.

i find myself opening my mouth before my mind even has a chance to catch up and oh geez the stupid shit that comes out.

nights are getting later. the paints are out. grey blues and bright purple.

hello semester. already feeling behind and shut in. let it begin.

play pretend, fade away

sparks and swims, light me up and soak it in

morning will come, shoes in hand

smiling goodbye, walking away

i knew i would never stay

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