i want to do something. something crazy, maybe. like dye my hair blue or cut it all off or go to the middle of the city and scream.
but it’s all been done before. so if i do it, it wouldn’t matter at all.
i’ve lost so much that used to make me me. i don’t take photos that i like (i don’t take photos at all), i don’t go on runs or hikes or even outside, i don’t write except for stupid 30 second poems because i have no time.
i come home. i do my homework. i eat. i sleep.
i want to shock myself back into me.
i think i am going to cut my hair. it’s nothing crazy, but a little change is nice.
