Getting out…

I’m thinking of not going to college.  Right, fool.

I’m thinking of going to Las Angeles.  Right, fool.

I’m think ing I want to dance.  Right fool.

I’m thinking that I will be ok.

Yea right, fool.

No, I think I will be ok, really, I do.

I had written a long ass entry but this fucking program deleted it, and I had to force myself to write it the first time.

Nuts. 

And if it deletes it again I’m going to cry.

-Inmate-