my penmanship is sinking but these words float on notes of folded binder paper. light blue lines guide the sentence I gave myself, written in repetition: "I want to disappear, I don't belong here"
sometimes I wish I could disappear. or at least just go away for a while. tired of seeing the same old places, same old faces. the only problem is I don't have the money ... and I kinda have to attend class. maybe the right transportation would be necessary as well, so I don't always have to depend on trains and/or buses.
