oh. boy.

i would like to leave this place. i would like to say goodbye to everything. i would like to live two weeks from where i am. because i expect everything and i expect nothing. you cannot surprise me. you cannot phase me anymore. the earth will open and swallow me up and i will fall, but the morning always comes. always. always. always.

thousands and thousands and thousands.

things:

1) ceilings
2) cassette tapes
3) wind
4) sore throats
5) catholicism

six thousand three hundred forty three and up.