my love

meaning

3.00pm

the end of the world

turning 18

toilet paper

him to confess

My muffins to bake.

Courage.

This rash to clear up

noting

observing

playing on the computer

trying to find people to smooch

getting by, working on my website (tanbanana.com)

dripping

hinting

Smelling. hungering

reconsidering

scratching

i don`t know

dying

I'll miss out on footy training

global economic colapse would be okay too

considering this, that's a deep philosophical question. now I'm sad, because I've realised that there's a possibility that I might not turn 18... my stomach hurts

I'm stuck

I'll have to tell him myself.

Fig newtons at 25c a pound.

anathema

shoot myself