#so swoon

I LOVE THE A TEAM I WANT TO FLY A TANK SO BAD!!

god she just makes my life.

makes my world go round

i love her so much and she loves me

for starters, I am on it now, and, you see, I concluded a long email to my teacher, advisor, about why I am finally up and leaving this school, at long last, even after balking so many times before, while on it, and it got me to get out but then, why do I think it is made to keep people in? "theory of ADHD: ADHD is a mental illness that is brought on when the societal aspect of an individual's soul sound (of the society:soul noise ratio (Stoller, 2013)) creates phasing issues with a strong soul's sonic wails." yes, I am quoting myself oh so very quite soon after the fact which is merely a fragment of a whole and wholes are fragments of wholer-wholes yet this, here, which I am explaining, is not chaos, because I am on adderall, says my psychiatrist,

and I do believe in the way I am writing right now for so many reasons, and I am so over the point where I don't believe my own words, and so self-critique my own decisions (own being whole self, not merely logical, school-taught, copy-editor, what-the-structural-aspect-of-society-says-it-should-be) feel this.

I am on a focus drug as I write and you must feel this because I am doing what I want right now and I am not thinking, I think I am feeling it and I do write like this anyways and it feels different but doesn't everything? for ending, for now, we will see that it all returns, not to reading in, between, the lines, no, that's not exactly what it is about, though I have loved all my writing classes and I recognize that they brought me to this but perhaps it was I, rather than them, that showed what is above and around the lines, flashing, colors, you know I will say emotions, don't you? But it's more. These words bring what they can not themselves show.