oh my, my, my. my heart’s racing my nerves hopping all over the place like jumping beans. jumping beans? what the hell does that mean? where did that saying come from? is that even a real saying or did i just make that up? hmm maybe i shouldn’t credit myself with that if someone else said it first. was drinking this coffee a good idea? it has to be, i love coffee. i used to drink cup after cup when i was younger. now im eighteen and i cannot fien. hmm hmmm. should i buy it? should i buy this plane ticket that could potentially change the course of my life. holy shit i love writing, i love it so much why did i ever stop. i didn’t. not truly. i alway wrote. little notes, journal entries, lists upon lists. keep it going girl. here are my thoughts. im exposed im open