new year. . .

i leave it to the beloved ani d. to say the things i can't. . .

I want my old friends
I want my old face
I want my old mind
Fuck this time and place

but then again. . .

i wonder if everything i do
i do instead of something i want to do more
the question fills my head
i know there's no grand plan here
this is just the way it goes
when everything else seems unclear
i guess at least i know
i do it for the joy it brings
because i'm a joyful girl
because the world owes me nothing
and we owe each other the world

thinking hurts. time for sleep. and sweet dreams of a wide open new day.