Dancing Fish.

Don’t mind me, I’m just a little girl.
A little, silly girl.

Who loves to play in the sunshine.

Walking around Berkeley, spending an hour together before class. Sitting in the shade on a bench on Sproul, simply listening to me and understanding. Walking me to Dwinelle, and then sending me a hilarious text before class started.

Thank you so much.

Jealousy.

patttycakes:

literally.

nothing.

lalalalalala..floating…

I am so bothered by this feeling, this unidentifiable urge within me. It’s telling me to go out and do something crazy, to scream at the top of my lungs, to be reckless. I can’t contain it, not alone. I want to crawl out of my very skin and into something more.

The mist settled on their skin like tender kisses from the sky. It wrinkled the pages of their books, it warped the very words of history. Like shining dew and teardrops on their faces, it fell and fell from the summer sky.

Today I was walking around campus, and I realized, Berkeley is beautiful. I’ve always heard people say this; I’ve even said it myself a few times, but I never truly felt it like I did today.

Berkeley is a beautiful campus, and today was a beautiful day.

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I find it interesting that I choose to publish my thoughts, feelings, and whatever else comes to mind in such a public blog. My whole life, I’ve gone living keeping my closest secrets wrapped around and tucked away inside me. Then in the latter half of high school I opened up to someone, two years later I spoke again. Am I not as secretive as I thought? I really don’t know who does or does not read what I post. It’s a way to vent, for me to pretend that I’m flinging my secrets out into the world for people to see and understand…but my list of private posts & drafts is growing ever longer.

What am I even saying?

I learned that it’s actually much easier to find piano sheet music that I thought.

This is going to revolutionize my vacations.