Uhh

i'm stressed.

and i think that money should just be given to those who need it, who need it need it need it. but i dont need it. but you force me to live in this world where money rules the root of all things living and dead and then you tell me i dont HAVE any? i dont have ENOUGH! and you wont give it to me because i am undeserving, moreso than the girl from surprise, arizona.

york is such a lovely town and a lovely place and a lovely village and it makes me want to love the loveliest things around.

and they may take a girl from surprise, arizona. because i dont make as much of a difference. and all my helen keller quotes are just fillers for an empty mind.

and i know i want to go so far and do so much and see so much driven from my hands onto others onto souls dont waste this passion it feels so good that to lose it would be unbearable PAIN.

PAIN PAIN PAIN.
so i ride it like a coastal wave and try to scoop in what i need, denouncing the lust for money and wealth and yet feeling filthy in that i need it, in that i fight for it. i can only be who i am and that is my downfall in multiple categories.

and there's no reason to falter now, but i can taste the salty brick on my tongue and if you yank it away so help me God.

st andrews is a lovely place.
not half so lovely
but maybe as lovely
in lovely ways

money money money

you all frown at me

and i feel betrayed

i just want to be there
to see there
to FEEL there

and there i go again

knocking down doors.

i'm stressed, banjo, i'm stressed.


.me.