i met andrea gibson.
she told me that maya angelou once said that a poem unspoken was a half finished poem.
i want to speak my words, but i'm afraid of dirt.
everyone's words get jumbled together, and in the end, will it even matter?
today i pocket dialed my brother while i was talking about how much he looked like dustin hoffman.
in his glory days. that is to say, the graduate.
things that scare the crap out of me: public transportation, packing, making a drawing worth $190, being sick, 8:30 am german class, and reading for sociology
but at least i don't have a final for that class
i can't wait to go home but i know i'll miss katie so much
i don't want to cry on tour
please don't let me cry on tour
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