fantasy land

how disconnected am i? how distant am i? how distracted am i? a whole lot, that's how much.

you remember when you were a kid and you would spend hours pretending all kinds of stuff? you would put on costumes and draw moustaches on your friends' faces in permenant marker and use your moms high heels and put lipstick everwhere on your face except your lips. i loved playing make believe, and it seems that i never grew out of it. my 'close' friend's might as well be nothing but aquaintances. they don't even know me. because i don't let them.

you know what i wish? i wish that i had someone who i could tell absolutely everything and who would let me burst out in tears and would go to the park and swing on the swings with me and take me out to coffee and fly kites and look at the clouds and watch chick flicks and visit hali and talk about God and knew my heart inside and out. so much for not pretending....

me and brittany got lost downtown and almost got car jacked. it was super sketch