Today is foggy, but that’s not why I’m telling you this.
It’s making me think, though, about the wind blowing past these cliffs that I know about and this one beach that I like.
This wind is so sexy it turns on the waves,
But this place I’m thinking of is so far away.
I mean, It’s so close yet so far,
I could probably go but it would probably be like going to India and would cost my parents almost as much money as my liberal arts education.
I’m super emo and I hate everything,
I hate thinking about the future and the past,
I hate all my possessions,
I hate myself so much right now, but what else is new, right?
Oh man, sorry for being all self-centered for the last ten minutes, what’s up with you?
