dear every little thing diary,
once i knew i was there, i was golden. i didn't even think about going any further. how low would you go? i can scrape the ground if i need to, but i rarely ever do. i got battle scars. i am ready for the war. i used to wait for the moving van to come and now i know i will be the one to call them when i am ready. i'm waiting for something- be it the weather, the bus, a map, a plan- but i'll take the magic carpet ride. i thought about that earlier tonight. i'd sure like to paint my nails and take flight. taking the easy way out would have been nice, but then i would always in the back of my mind have thought twice.