hibernating.

slacking.
and it's already next month.


I've been trying to come up with a a new subject to focus on that does not consist of narcissism, feminist philosophy, smoking myself silly, any place in the United Kingdom, learning spanish, exploring text and leaving my lover.


I must quit sleeping in until 1:00 p.m and being a jealous, raging cunt to my Boyfriend.
waking from wanderlust at cash-out to find myself repaeting the same three phrases over and over.
direction, direction.
trying to learn what it's like to love the life you've got.


he's in because he's your best friend.
he's in because he's your blood.
and I'm left, stark & searching, because I'm the basis for the beginnings stages 
of the creation 
of a stupid broad.