Brain Dump

There's so much more to me than just being a quiet soul.

I started school — I like the food course.

I remember Grandma called me.

Maybe I should visit her — pass by her building all the time.

Who am I?

What the fuck am I doing with my life?

Art and Writing can those things really save me?

Means to an end.

September.

July.

August.

Time. Will I have time?

How many more tries?

Plan for my life?

ARTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT.

School.

Mind.

Great minds think a like.

Cried.

Money.