is there an appropriate time to say what iäm thinking?

tonight my grandma was dancing to michael jackson and i was holding my grandpas hand at dinner feeling the blood pump through his veins and alec and shane reminded me of this weird dr seuss song we sang when we were little and olivia and isabel were doing my hair for almost two hours and when they finally finished i had a pony tail and my aunt is pregnant but she has only told me and her husband so far and i'm tired

intense, ruthless, domineering

all i know, is how incredibly high i am going to get tonight.

what the fuck. this week of nada being in san francisco has brought to my attention that she is not a permanent fixture in my whittier life. and shes going to go home.

what the fuck.

i don't know when i'm going to (honestly) want what i (truly) need. (from a man)