Tired of shit always being the same.

Same weekends.

Same Sundays.

Same weekdays.

Writing the same thing.

Painting the same thing.

Saying the same thing.

We spend more time making the most pointless fucking shit a variety. Like clothes and our hair.

Fuck that shit.

It tears my mind that I can't see you tomorrow.

Or any day of the rest of my life.

Season, where have you been all of this time?

You're just a dream I can barely remember now.

Got a moomoo and a bonnet.

Can't be in the art show next Friday because my brother is getting married but it's okay because Daniel is going with me AND on Wednesday Madeline, Kalie, and I are taking our art to Shade's to see if we can get a show in the fall.

We are free we are free we are free

We have it better than most.

My life is beautiful. I know I say that every day but it truly is and if I could say only one thing that is honest and seriously has worth behind it, it is such. There is no day better than a day when you can say this at the end and you can look back and love and realize how much you love and when you can honestly say we got it better than most.