I miss doing these. We did these in New Mexico, it's sort of like a word/thought vomit where you just write and write and write revolving around a thought, word, or idea. Etc. I feel slightly poetic. I think it's the sunny weather, it gives my soul some depth. Hahaha, hmm.
Summer cotton dresses, winter clearance markdowns, a season of change, a season to grow. People, they change themselves, let's try to act hard, let's try to be nicer, let's just not care. Who cares. Either way, they come back to school all the same. You can still see right through them. That "cool" title you've got on your forehead, that style you think is "all yours", I see right through that. I wish others could. You think you've got admirers, but they don't love you. They love the thought of you. So cool, so slick, you're so freaking hillarious. I'll laugh really loudly at your jokes. I'll laugh like it's actually funny. No wait, I won't. It's summer, I've changed. Maybe you could see through me before, but now you can't. There's nothing to see through. I'm done trying to please all you that think you matter. It's stupid, cause you don't. You're just like me, you're just like the next freaking kid to walk down the hall, you're like us all. So so so high and mighty. You rule the world in your mind. Take your nose down a notch, keep your eyes on me, make your tone even, leave your attitude at home. I feel sorry for you, I wish you could see.
Boy, I feel better now.
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