“I tried to forget my father; I did not hate him; I simply did not want to think of him.”
— Richard Wright, Black Boy
WHY MUST I BE A CRAZY B?!?!?
I don’t know what to do.
I don’t know what I want.
I don’t know what’s right?
Don’t worry. Be happy :)
“Some things are more precious because they don’t last long.”
—Oscar Wilde; from “The Picture of Dorian Gray” (Ward, Lock, and Co., 1891)
“But there are certain meanings that are lost forever the moment they are explained in words.”
―Haruki Murakami; “1Q84”(Alfred A. Knopf, 2011)
Can we please go camping like we said we would? And go hiking. Maybe one more concert out of town. We’ll do at least one Waterfront Wednesday together. More days lying on dog hill. I want to see your freckles get darker on your face and neck and arms. I want to see if you can actually tan ;p More days at parks in general. We’re going to have picnics. Maybe running together. (I’ll at least try it once with you.) Then maybe we can fool around. Being all smelly, ew. Then we’ll take a shower together. We’re going to be lazy, but not always. Can I cook for you? We’re going to make avocado smoothies and more. We’re going to dance, like we did at that NYE party ha ha. I gotta remember to take mental photos of that winking eye every time I see it.
And Ashley’s going to be my girlfran.