In such a short time I feel so changed. As I write this I sit here with a cigarette next to me and wonder how I got here. It is not a bad place. Rather, it's liberating and I feel alive. This is where I wanted to be this time last year. But instead of gardens and dresses and free life, I'm a wild teenager out there doing it. Living. In the past week I've shoplifted, smoked, boozed, laughed, and felt more connected to someone than I have in quite a while. I feel the burn in my chest and know. I feel excitement for what's to come. This summer there shall be hippie life and adventures all wrapped up in one friendship.
I have come closer to myself; something so complex there are no words. So complex it is simple.
We have fire in our chests.
Think of me.
