The Planet Was Born Today.
My name is nothing new.
My name is nothing.
My name is.
My name.
My.
My name is nothing to focus on. The east coast of USA is where I was born, and am currently being raised. Street lights are what guide me on my midnight walks around this familiar suburbia. Scribbling in journals bores me, and I find writing online, and expressing myself through artwork and photos much more interesting. Although I reach out by writing online, opposed to a book, I value my privacy. You may ask me questions, and I will answer them, but only to a point. If you are honest with me, I assure the same in return.
More often than not, I will keep my thoughts to myself. Maybe this is how my thoughts will be shared? At no point will I ask that you understand anything that you read here.
Currently, I am dating a boy who seems to make every day just a little bit better. Texting and talking to him is the best part of each and every one of my boring, bland days. Love is a funny thing for me. Ever since I was little, I have never truly believed in love. What is love? It seems to vary. It is said from a boyfriend in the most sympathetic departure. It is said to the new infants coming into the world, and to the frail elders saying good bye for the last time. It is said to different degrees- “love ya”, “I love you”, “ily”. Which one is for real? Will someone ever say that they love me? I want to know what that feels like.
