The Lovers, the Dreamers, and Me

*stomach knots*

I want to sleep with you.
I don't mean have sex.
I mean sleep. Together.
Under my blankets. In my bed.
With my hand on your chest.
And your arm around me.
With the window cracked.
So it's chilly and we have to cuddle closer.
No talking.
Just sleepy, blissfully happy, silence.

I don't really like you right now. You should be nicer to me. I try to be nice to you. I mean, I recycle.

Love,
Micah Jo

I suppose I am.

I'm in love with one of my bus drivers, and I think he feels the same way about me.

I MEAN, HOW COULD HE NOT?

I'm crazy and hopeful.

I am happy. Very happy. Lion King and Magic and Yu-Gi-Oh. Everything is nice.

Did you know that the Lion King was in theatres again?

I didn't. But it's AWESOME.

I wish I could always say what I'm thinking.

No exceptions.

This is how it works
You're young until you're not
You love until you don't
You try until you can't

You laugh until you cry
You cry until you laugh
And everyone must breathe
Until their dying breath

No, this is how it works
You peer inside yourself
You take the things you like
And try to love the things you took

And then you take that love you made
And stick it into some
Someone else's heart
Pumping someone else's blood

And walking arm in arm
You hope it don't get harmed
But even if it does
You'll just do it all again

I meet mah chillens today.

I'm excited and kinda nervous.

Oh boy.

Off to school I go~

Micah is happy.

And...completely boned.

Go to bed, Micah.

I just shared Donnie Darko with my roommate, and he is highly confused it.