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i want to be raw and i don't want to care so hello my name is margret here we go

everything i read i take for granted and pretend i don't care because i'm eighteen and naive and i don't really know what i want or what is best for me and i guess nobody else really does either. sure, everyone has their theories but who am i to listen?

sometimes i wake up and just lay in bed for hours realizing that time is passing and that i'm wasting it in bed but i don't care. a lot of the time, or at least in the winter, i prefer to sleep my life away. and maybe i'll relocate to some place warmer

maybe someday we'll get married and have eight children and it will snow. remember how it snowed? that day? that one day it was not supposed to snow and the light was shone upon you and you were the happiest and most delightful you've been in a long time. and once you came home, once you finally came home, we talked and talked and spent summer together and it was great, wasn't it?

and then al often joked about silly little this and silly little that but what he didn't know that his jokes were a reality and he deserved a punch or two to the gut but he never got one because we were young and stupid and ignored his nonsense instead

i'm out of things right now