I guess your...

I guess your friends aren't the people who make you want to cry. Maybe that's the one lesson I missed in kindergarten. The last poetic thought of this summer was the idea of art kids kissing. Because I love art kids. Any gender, age, but especially those in their mid twenties who look ageless and lithe. Hence KIDS. You never see them kissing, though. Just standing side by side, half leaning into each other as though with cracked ribs... over-dramatized because artkids don't listen to mosh music. It's going to get really odd if I actually become friends with nice people in college. No angst. No hate-writing to hide from people ( and not-so-secretly send them in 20 years in coffin-shaped boxes). I think it's going to happen, though. I'm getting very far from all the people who've.. hurt me.. for lack of a better word..which I think is an element of fate.. you're fated to be with people who make similar choices/are similar people to you. I'm trying to conceive of the next BIG thing. And it's a hazy picture with dimmed lights and TV screens showing girls in bright colors and sparkly eyeshadows. And vegetarian food. Next up? California and the search for a patch to add to my new messenger bag.