I want to write...but I'm not sure what.

So many things in my head.  Crowded like a busy train station.  So many feelings and worries.  So many thoughts speeding by.  The medicine doesn't slow anything down...the medicine doesn't really do anything at all.  Good thing it only costs 5 dollars.

We are to be moving soon.  Already lots of boxes in my room.  I've read lots of books lately.  Or maybe it feels like lots.  So many stories about people that don't exist and yet they seem important to me and matter to me....more than most conversations I have in real life.  

I would like very much to be on my island now.  

I've waited quite a long time...

Oh Alex...

I am in love with...

Now I don't hardly know her...

I want to sing on a stage and play an instrument.

I wish I could sing.

I wish I could play more instruments.

I want to be a rock star.

Phase?

Do not teenagers have phases?

I feel like I want to try everything.

Bad and Good.

Crimson and Clover is stuck in my head.