Where do our ends meet? (A red string)

I think I just agreed to an offer to join the superficial insane flow of high school girl life. Michelle dated Chris for 5 months in middle school. And she told me a lot about him and exactly how to get him to ask me out. But it's a long mainstream and suicidal method. With my bad timing we are going to get no where. Oh well. His hair makes him a unicorn now.

Half day. Went downtown with people and ate food. I really want to go shopping downtown.
After we got back from downtown I didn't do anything. I just didn't want to do anything at all, just sit there and talk which is what me Sophie (not Sophia) and Michelle did. While watching the soccer team. Sophie has a boyfriend on the team (varsity) and Michelle likes a senior on the varsity team. That was fun and relaxing.

Still listening to The A Team.

I really want to paint something big. But I have no ideas, what-so-ever...

The color of the sky: The color of something light. Or rather, something being lifted off. Light after darker days. Calming but complex. A baby blue with intense depth...
There is something just out of my reach. Something I can't quite put my finger on. Like I can't find the right words...

I have a tab with Chris's follow-a-gram. And I can't stop looking at it, or thinking about him...but...I just don't know...There's a difference between my daydreams and reality...

White lips, pale face

Breathing in snowflakes

Burnt lungs, sour taste

Light's gone, day's end

Struggling to pay rent

Long nights, strange men