structural ambiguity and sorry. sometimes sloppy, who do you - kid -/ always.

syntax as why you became a poet. ...in the first place.


investigating possibilities for after graduation, especially looking into graduate programs, is flustering me. why am i such a spaz? and so confused about what i even want to do. i wish i had more institutionally marketable "purpose," if that makes any sense. sometimes i only know i feel about four years old due to my sole desire for ice cream and holding hands with j and having friends over for dinner, and know it's quite right i should feel so immature. g'ah.