Leaving my house today was rough. Mom found out about some shit & chased me out the door…I ended up back at my childhood. Sitting at the playground down the street in the hamburger looking tunnel tube thing, except now instead of a happy girl with big dreams & poofy hair with glasses & innocent eyes, I’m sitting here getting high with tears dripping off of my chin wondering what I’m going to do
if you kiss my neck and bite my lip your pants are coming off.
You can almost always find me down at Livingston walking around the trails smoking pot & drinking coffee every morning