it could be worse. it could be a lie. it's a little contrived (but that's theatre), but honest.
so much so that i am both nervous and really excited to read it in class/"work".
it's very much a first draft. and that's fine. i don't have words for the re-writes tonight. i don't have the verbage to express my thoughts all at once. fine. FINE.
modern lo-fi garage pop written about loving girls and boys plays through my computer and scores my thoughts and bike rides. i feel kind of giddy and passionate and mopey all at once, which, trust me, is an odd combination. it makes me want to love. and roll around in dirt.