My dream is to go to school in BKNY and live the city girl life that goes with it; soon I will. I have built up all this excitement (like when you hit the first drop on a roller coaster) to the point where i feel sick as though im leaving VA the next day, when really, I have months. I believe that I don't know what my home is because the last three years of my life I have truly felt homeless. Not in the literal sense because I have everything I need and I am able get much more than I want. In my situation I feel malapropos more than anything. They say "home is where the heart is" but I really feel like I don't put my heart anywhere long enough to make a home. I know that my art is the only place where I include any sort of home-like memory. This time
*DISCLAIMER* He walks to the front door of his home after years of no return, places his suitcase down opens the door and just stands while looking around, almost afraid to walk in; the narrator (Benjamin) speaks.
- Benjamin Button
I am TERRIFIED that when I leave I will never return
MinaLo; scared of the inevitable
ps: went to the movies to see Next Day Air, really stupid but funny.
1 comment:
like that jadakiss jOint...WE GON MAKE IT, WE GON MAKE IT!!!
MINA LO, DO YOU REALIZE WHAT KIND OF INFLUENCE YOU ARE...DOUBT THAT U DO
BUT REAL RECOGNIZE REAL, AND YOU LOOKIN REAL FAMILIAR
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