Feeling: Broken

It was so tiny. No bigger than my hand.

I shall call you January.

January, you were too eager, and this world is awfully cold.

Mr. January.

♥

Feeling: Deserted

I am homeless yet again, but this time, there are no couches or basements or frat houses to take pity on me. Whatever shall I do? D:

Feeling: Joyful
Listening to: Revolution by The Beatles

The other night, I couldn't sleep after lying in bed for an hour, trying to. So, I wrote a story about a Mr. Dinosaur, though I think I'm going to rename him Mr. Elephant because my brain just wants to. Perhaps one day, you too shall know of his adventures, but for today, I am wearing a shoelace in my hair because I couldn't find my headband this morning.

You say you want a revolution. Well, you know, we all want to change the world. You tell me that it's evolution. Well, you know, we all want to change the world. But when you talk about destruction, don't you know that you can count me out.

Where the fuck is that fine line between self-pity and awareness?