song by song by song

I listen to the song and every single time I listen to it, it makes me laugh. I should kind of be weirded out by it but I always say FUCK IT, it's funny.


So this new house becomes smaller and smaller and I become more familiarized with the cracks and the sounds my fan makes when I pay too much attention to it.

My blinds are closed. My light is on. My mind is open.

The kitchen light looks like a dim star in the blackness of the house. It's so blunt everytime I see it. It says to me, "Well hello allyson. This is your new home. So deal with it." And i do most of the time but for now I still feel like im vacationing.

I pick up new things from the store every day to make myself feel a little more at home but all of these little material objects drag me farther and farther out from my home. I miss it but I don't miss the stuffy air that all of us would breathe in together. It's something I don't miss, definitely.


I write this with my new computer that I saved enough money for and now with the rest, I'll buy my school books and spend on new clothes. I'm not going to lie. I do want new clothes.


Vegas is going to become my new friend before summer school starts and I know I'll enjoy it. I hope I can take a friend along. He's not a friend, who am I kidding.


Kiss me before I break. I promise I'll tell you the truth.