today i was stalking a man who works at the library
for realist drama. i named him levi burton. the task was to analyze him for an hour
and then recreate him realistically
(meaning no theatrics,
no unmotivated occurrences,
no planned anything,
i got the vibe he was exhausted and tired with life. then i somehow convinced myself that he was dying. which resulted in me sitting in the library crying for a lovely hour.
i dont cry. ever.
also a girl named ciara who is in special education
showed me a poem she wrote it was entitled pretty princess, and explored her longing to be a pretty princess. it was genuine and innocent, and i stood there and had tears streaming down my face while i was reading it, and it was just embarassing.
i imagine this is a result of my near 50 hours without sleep.
i dislike capital letters.
sometimes i stay awake until ungodly hours and i write things that i hate but love nonetheless.
i'm a hippy, so i love things that i hate.
i hope you'll understand.
i love you.