I'm stuck home babysitting my kid sis.
My bestfriends are all not online.
(What a loner, right?)
I want to talk to somebody face to face, or on the phone.

I clear my room of trash.
(Or what I think is trash)
I string ribbons everywhere.
(And I'll take them down later)
I lie on my bed.
(And think how life is weird)

Reorganisation is therapeutic.
I need to reorganise my life, think things through and buck up.
I need boxes to store my past away.
I need cases to stow my memories away.
I need silence to calm my stormy mind.

I will be a Sid to your Nancy.
Honey, do you think we'd ever work out?

The trip has taught me many things, and I really am glad for it.
Photos are splashed all over facebook, and I don't want to provide details.
I miss Taiwan, and I miss my class and the people and the culture there.
I think...I think I see people differently now, and I see myself differently too.

There are ugly people, and there are beautiful people.
I have fallen in love with incoherence.