monkey and bear
i haven’t done my homework in a week and have never cared less about that. it’s been sad sad sad days recently and my priorities have shifted. they will return, but not today. on that note, and just for further clarification:
if i die, i DO NOT want ANY ASPECT of Christianity mentioned at my funeral, such as the suggestion that jesus is sitting next to my friends and family in the 4th dimension. i am not religious and i will not become religious when i die. no crosses, no imaginary bullshit, please.
i have a lot of things i need to say to several people that i am not going to say. all that means is that i will say them later. one of the hardest things or me to remember is DON’T FOOL YOURSELF. that sign was supposed to be temporary until you were gone. it is still there.
i wonder what you did with my painting. if you burned it, that was mean.
in the next two months or so i have to decide where i’m going to college. this means my life could take one of the following directions:
- an art major at SVA in new york city, broke but happy (but very, very broke. continuously broke. forever.)
- an entrepreneurship major and art minor at the University of Houston (fuck texas, but not broke and possibly happy)
- In oregon, living with my boyfriend, while attending unknown university with unknown major
i have no fucking idea what’s going on.
i am supposed to go visit oregon with logan and his family soon. i don’t remember if i’ve ever been there. i don’t remember a whole lot of things. anyway, it’s supposed to be really pretty and i’m really excited. there will be christmas trees and fuzzy grass and lots of oxygen.
there are so many conflicting ideas in my head recently. there are so many perspectives and so many truths. sometimes i wish that you would stop telling me that i think the wrong way. surely you understand.
