Why should I?

I don't think I'm upset. I think I'm just hungry.

I miss you my landscape photo, my mover.

I'm sorry, mom. I don't know how to treat you.

I'd like to be a better daughter, I'd like to help you do everything.

I just don't know how.

Last night, I thought about jumping off a cliff of ideas. Aurora and I talked for hours about our plans this month, I think they're actually going to work out. 

I know how to speak to you now, according to my palm you are the right person. And apparently mistakes are mistakes that I won't regret and have clean emotions about. One day, we'll just talk for hours.

That's when I'll get out of here. That's when I'll be happier.

"I'm not cool."

I'm tired. Tired.

                Sleeping is a fraction of my day. 

                                                        Always an incomplete fraction.

                                                                                           I wish I could sleep forever.

                                                                                                                                     With you. Tired.

Yeah.

Yeah. That's it.