my hair is growing but i am not, school is starting and my heart is full but with white sea foam and nothing more. i am not ashamed of myself, or maybe i am, but i know that i should not be, so i stand firm.

if you could love me you would, whether or not you were ready to.

it is okay and i am okay, so let's keep walking and we'll see where this takes you, because we already know where it has taken me.

leave a memo to my mind