The tempest of my thoughts, contained in a simple page.

Thursday, September 13, 2012

I Can Do This

I made the play. 

I MADE THE PLAY.


To me, this means I can be okay. Here. In this supposed heaven-forsaken place to which I've been sent for no fathomable reason. I could make friends. Have things to do in the afternoons. Be myself. Be expressive. Be happy, even. 

You know what?

I might be okay here. 

Imagine that. 


I've been waiting to smile, yeah
Been holding it in for a while

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