the day I turned 15 – notes on feeling out of place, twirling under streetlamps and waitresses with pink hair.
“It doesn’t have to be a country or city, it can be a room or a person. I feel like I have more than one home.”
“I wasn’t ready. I didn’t know how to adapt – until I had to.”
mostly straight out of a 2am journal entry, this is an exploration into the self. read while listening to a bon iver record.