el corazon siempre puñalado.
because they make me feel uncomfortable, because sometimes they’re too much to sit through, porque me da pena ajena sometimes. and last night i performed at one, haha. even though it is a fucking weird environment to me to be in still, im super appreciative of the open space it provides. i played 2 songs i wrote on my lil jarana and the loud ass cafe seemed to quiet down for a moment. that was the first time i played any of my songs in a public space for people i dont know. glad i came out of my hermit corner
heading off to an interview right now to be a nanny to a family with 2 boys and 3 pups.
i think im scared of commitments.
i cant find my french press. my heart feels broken.
how is it that my shitty lil phone is somehow becoming more expensive than what folks pay for fancy phones?
i hate when people ask me what my career is gon be.
i went outside with my mom and the tree in front of the house is in full blossom. but i think the blossoms are making it smell like cum is in the air. i kept asking my mom if she smelled anything funny and she asked me like what. how do i ask my ma if she thinks it smells like mecos too? ha
i just want to put some cheese in my bread/and i just want you to be my friend/but you’ve gone away/so far away/and i’ve stayed so far behind/i just want you to come real close/and i just want you to make me some toast/but you’ve gone away/so far away/and i’ve stayed so far behind/i just want you to share some pie/and i just want you to sometimes say hi/but you’ve gone away/so far away/and i’ve stayed so far behind.