I love car rides home. I love driving alone at night.

It's ironic how a confined 4 door car, filled with books, clothes, waterbottles, and shoes, can provide all the room in the world to inhale it all in. Where my thoughts conflict, flow, make life.

Every car ride back, I cant help but wonder where I will be. Where is this road taking me?

And no matter how many times i get lost or lose my way, i eventually find my path again.

I love car rides home. It gives me comfort to know where im going.

I know my way home.

I guess its true, you can never forget where you come from.

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what is talent and charisma without certainty / courage.

There's an internal battle occuring in my heart.

I just want to let go, forget morals for one day. Go back to you. Do it all over again.

Fall all over again. Hit the ground.

Go back up.

Up.

Only way up, is from down.

My writing has been reflecting of my life. I cant do it all. I cant fit all the things i want on one page. I cant be organized.

parking ticket $52. Anh's bday present $50-$100. AP Calc $10 Eyelashes $10? new jeans$60-200.

More money, more problems?

Rent. Classes. Orientation. Assessment test.

Meeting w/ the vice principle. Apparantly, too many absences and tardies.

I hate school. People are so stupid.

School is for fools